There is something gravely wrong when you wake up at 5:30 a.m., decline to be dragged screaming to the gym by a fanatic mother who will go to all lengths to make you marriage-worthy, plop yourself confortably in a singularly most uncomfortable crooked chair, ignore backpain, and settle down to read the personal lives of other people, id est their blogs.
It becomes disconcerting moreover when you do an academic update of your position on the upcoming test prep.
1. Shakespeare's Sonnets - read 4. out of 154, was it?
2. Spenser's Faerie Queene - eh, what?
3. Bleak House, Dickens - only 60 more chapters to go. I've done myself proud, here.
Ergo, I shall rehabilitate myself. With my supreme willpower, I shall walk right around the blogosphere, without looking once at it, and go straight to Project Gutenberg for intellectual advancement and such like. See if I can't.