Wow . . .
This is like the second post.

I have an ongoing bet with myself that I will give this up soon.
But I'm trying to prove myself wrong.
Today has been a complete asswhip. I did a lot of crap this weekend that I didn't feel like doing, but sometimes it's difficult to deny the feeling of obligation. Instead of that, I should have been getting ahead on a lot of the readings that I am supposed to be working on for grad school. But I am a persistent procrastinator. I am infamous for my ability to underplan. Planning is for those people who are either really anal or really bored. Plus it takes all of the fun out of being irresponsible.
I've got the feeling that I'm perched on an edge, ready to slip one way or the other. I think I may decide to be depressed for a few weeks, just because it seems like it would be a lot easier than trying not to be depressed. Amazingly enough, I have very little if anything to be depressed about . . . yet, I am still fighting the urges.
Sometimes I use it as an excuse to withdraw from others, for no other reason than to avoid them.

Go figure.