I Wish The World Was Quiet Here...

Why does it take me over two hours to build up the motivation to open my calculus textbook to the page with our homework assignment? Now that it’s open, the next step, obviously, is to have a snack and watch an old episode on Angel, when Cordie was still around. I want to want to do my calculus homework. It makes my chest hurt when I think about not having done it. And I feel accomplished when I do even one problem. I’m fairly certain this all makes no sense. Maybe later I can bribe myself into doing my homework with chocolate.