It seems unfathomable that I actually have to get up and *do* stuff. Every cell in my body is clinging to the false hope that maybe, just maybe, I won't have to get out of bed today. But becaus reasons for this include 'university: it was all a dream' and 'exits bedroom; discovers apocalyptic destruction of entire world', this seems unlikely.

Sometimes I avoid doing the things I have to do by creating mental lists of the things I have to do. This avoidance strategy paints me as a rather organized (and capable) individual, but there is an inherent flaw to this technique. You see, I reach a point on my list where the pressing and salient tasks have been mentally mentioned, and the realization that I might have to stop making lists and start acting on them stares me in the face.

Often (always) I choose to ignore it, by adding more items to the list. If the end of the list heralds the point I start 'doing', the list will never, ever end.

'Then I have to... Have a shower. And wash my hair. Then dry my hair.'

Never, ever, ever end.

'After that... Make my bed. Tidy my room. Clear out my desk.'

And before I know it, I've committed each of the minor tasks that compose my day to the list, inflating their value and making me want to avoid them as much as the major psychology report that sits mockingly at the top of the list.

And that's how I psychologically trap myself into achieveing nothing.