The guilt and the procrastination aren't linked in any way. I've spent most of today working on the essay and listening to Damien Rice. Now I'm listening to Phil Collins because I'm exactly that kind of awesome. So, via last.fm:
01 genesis: invisible touch.
02 phil collins: something happened on the way to heaven.
Some of you may remember that the songs Dancing in the Dark (Springsteen) and Summer of '69 (Bryan Adams) make me BAWL like a bereaved child. (Yeah, yeah, okay, I know how freaking weird that is.) Well: the above two have a very similar effect. I don't know what it is! It's almost like I love them too much. Which, if you consider what they actually are, is TERRIBLE.
(Haha, when TWoP's Jacob said he uses the second song on his writing playlist, I loled and then cried. Too perfect. Seriously, though, that latter song makes me trip out something fierce.)
Ugh. UGH. c.2200 words left to write.