Lazy like Sunday morning

Somewhere in the fumble and tumble of life, Sundays became homework days, which really just translates into procrastinating. It seems all the procrastinating you spent the week procrastinating on piles up into Sundays like the entertainment at the circus. There are really so many more moments in time when you can be so much more productive, ie. waiting for the bus on the way to class while trying to cram in last night's reading, the 10 minutes right before class when you have just found your lab partner who just finished the lab (!), or the night before the paper is due on your 5th cup of java.
I mean, as much as we want to finish that long and growing list of assignments early, as much as we know we could finish early -- we won't. When it all comes down to it, we want it to come down to it. We like the pressure. It works for us, or rather, we work for it.