Another long night

I could just be asking for trouble. Waiting until the last minute to study, but procrastination is the name of the game. It doesn't help when the people I am studying with are even better at procrastination than I am. I thought I had it down when I finished my last paper five minutes after class started, but I think they have me beat.

I don't know how many more long nights I have before I finally give in and start doing things early. That would be better for my sanity, but I've never worried about being sane before so why should I start now.

I could just be growing up, but what fun is that anyway. Maybe it's not so much that I'm growing up as the people I am surrounded by make me feel old. But then again that hasn't been a difficult thing to accomplish lately.

What ever the reasoning for this new sense of needing to get things done before the stress hits I'm sure it is a passing phase. By the end of the week I will be so worried about all of the things that need to be done right now I won't know what to do with myself.