If you're procrastinating and you know it, clap your hands! then play some solitaire

Damn. The sun's coming up on the day of dead dead deadline for this damned essay, and I'm still hung up on whether or not to use comma-and's, and Sylvia Plath's use/misuse of repetition in Daddy.

Fuck fuck
Fuck fuck fuck

(don't pause between the lines)


*clap*