My apartment is a mess. There are many, many chores to be done before Thursday. And I lack proper internal motivation to get things done.

Granted, I will find it... the question is, when? Why do I always procrastinate quite so much? And why do I still procrastinating when I realize I'm yet again pushing the boundaries of time to their limits?

Maybe I like a good challenge.

Or maybe I do really deserve the -10 int score that comes from attacking a bear bare handed.

Who knows... certainly not me. Or, if I do, I'm not going to dig inside the depths of myself to find out right at this moment. Maybe tomorrow.