sounds like you're doing things in the hardest way possible

Right now I am sitting cross-legged on the couch. I don't remember how long I've been in this position, but my legs are dead and I can already feel the painful pins and needles that will attack my system once I finally stand up. On my right is a stack of paper I've wasted in my quest to figure out how to batch print my microbial physiology reviewer back-to-back1. Haku is trying to harass Mowgli while waiting by the screen door for my mom to come back. On my left is my Kobo, where I've just finished reading Mockingjay2. I wasn't planning on writing on my blog again. I was supposedly on a mission to stay focused, which is why I have not spoken to my best friend for almost a month. My phone is a wasteland of offline apps with all distractions uninstalled. Every hour of my life for the next three months have been accounted for, and I was not supposed to waste any second dilly-dallying3. Except today I had to skip work because I was getting the worst of my venlafaxine withdrawal. All my…