Sometimes I jump up purposefully, pull my hair into a tight, high ponytail and stack together a few reams of paper, making up my mind that for once, I would actually do something. The something being finishing all that assignment work we’ve been mercilessly dumped with.
Then I realize that something else is trying to catch a little more attention than the corner of my eye is giving it. This something being my un-made bed, innocently looking sinfully inviting.
And then before I know it, I’m amidst all my pillows, sighing happily and grinning at the ceiling.

I tell you, quite a few of my belongings seem to possess a life of their own.