Because I like writing, pain, and being over-committed, I am doing a research paper for a professor this semester. If you know me, it will come as no surprise that I am tragically, desperately, and hopelessly behind on every. single. deadline. we agreed upon.
In fact, I was so hopelessly behind in research, class, and life, that last week my computer imploded, taking its own life rather than continuing to deal with my procrastinating shenanigans.
The upside of this debacle is that "Sorry, I'm having my motherboard replaced" is the trump card of excuses. The downside is that, well, I'm having my motherboard replaced, and I think I may have lost my fabulous collection of 80s cover band music forever.
...but back to the research. I am in way over my head. Prof. McAwesome knows that I am behind, I know that I am behind, it is all a big festival of lateness. She's been tolerant thus far (the deadlines are dates I set, so really, I guess she has to be), but it is a little awkward to be such a big pile of Fail in front of someone I like so much. To cope, I'm pretending that I cannot see her (this, as you know, is my M.O.).
This is awkward, because I am taking her class.
This morning, I am biting the bullet to meet with her about the project. I came promising an outline. This is what I have written, word for word:
Good start, right?
Ohh Internet. Even my gunner tendencies cannot overcome 3Litis.