Procrastination.

So, I am currently putting off doing my irony essay at the moment.
I've been doing pretty much everything but.
It's a bit like that old Spongebob episode.
"Spongebob: I can't write my essay knowing there's a mess in the kitchen, Gary!"
"Gary: ...Meow."
Except I don't have a snail named Gary, so I made do with my cat, Peng-Peng. Also I wouldn't be caught dead voluntarily cleaning, because that'd just be silly. If I were dead, I wouldn't be cleaning anything. I'd just be, y'know, decomposing.
Anyhow, it went a bit like this.
"Me: I can't write an essay knowing there's ingredients to make myself a sandwich in the kitchen, Peng-Peng!"
"Peng-Peng: ...Meow."
I don't know why I didn't start that stupid essay earlier. I don't even know why I'm not doing it now. I mean, it's already 6 o'clock. And I've not even started the thing.
I suppose it's just stupidity on my part.
Sigh.
All right. I'm off to attempt to write that essay. And make myself a sandwich.
I bid you adieu, sweet blog reader.