I think slacking must be a little bit like alcoholism. You just can't help it sometimes.

Or at least I can't help it. I totally did not study at all for the midterm I had today. Which, I should've. But didn't. I also skipped the screening for that class afterwards. It was horrible weather out, though. And I just cannot take another movie from that class, honestly. One helping of german silent movie, a dose of communist russian silent film, and two giant steaming piles of racist musical (he made us watch it twice) lately has made me want to hurt myself, or preferably the professor, with pointy things. So I skipped. And did nothing all afternoon.