The wisest thing I could do now is to write. Get it done as I know there isn't much time later. I'm about to leave to spend time with friends playing. And it will be late when I'm back home when I have the next chance to write. I will be tired, and in a hurry then. But still, I need to write.
Yet I don't get started. I rely on those last moments. I'd still have time after I get home. I don't have to do it just now. Even if I know how hard and annoying it will be in that late evening time.
It's not even funny how good I'm at coming up with excuses and reasoning why I don't have to do it now. I'm too assuring to myself. Orb is it just the lack of self-disciple? Is there even a distinction between those two.
Anyway, I should write now, even if I don't feel like it. Despite all those excuses. Disregarding everything else that I apparently should be doing according to myself. There isn't really anything more important. There isn't anything important to do just now other than write.
And that's how I got this written.