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I am so predictable.
Step One: Decide on ridiculously large project with a fixed end date.
Step Two: Spend roughly half of the allotted time fucking around and occasionally poking at project.
Step Three: Realise holy shit, I should get on that and actually make a little progress.
Step Four: There is one month/week/day left until deadline. Only a fraction of the work is completed and outlines are so sketchy as to be useless as anything other than intellectual exercise. Mood becomes half despair, half hysterical laughter, because OMG, HOW WAS THIS EVER A GOOD IDEA? AHAHAHA, I want to run away and live in a cave. But I am taking this bitch DOWN first. EVEN IF IT KILLS ME..
Step One: Decide on ridiculously large project with a fixed end date.
Step Two: Spend roughly half of the allotted time fucking around and occasionally poking at project.
Step Three: Realise holy shit, I should get on that and actually make a little progress.
Step Four: There is one month/week/day left until deadline. Only a fraction of the work is completed and outlines are so sketchy as to be useless as anything other than intellectual exercise. Mood becomes half despair, half hysterical laughter, because OMG, HOW WAS THIS EVER A GOOD IDEA? AHAHAHA, I want to run away and live in a cave. But I am taking this bitch DOWN first. EVEN IF IT KILLS ME..
