true meaning of procrastination

had a busy weekend without meaning to (again). saturday was sunbaking and making sandwiches and group a barbie (nick cave versus crazy town). sunday was reading a book about physics so i didn't have to study (did you know there are six types of quarks? up down charm strange top bottom). monday was gal's birthday (more roast? yes please!). tuesday was mucking around at jim and pete's (and monty python's meaning of life). its so hard to study for exams. and when you actually sit down in front of your messy notes (or lack of), you are suddenly filled with a strange desire to know absolutely everything about where oestrogen is produced in the pregnant woman and how that feeds back on the pituitary, then realising that you don't have time to learn this in detail, that you should be memorising risk factors for PROM, then try to draw up a new medical curriculum so you didn't have to do exams, then watch a bit of tv, then make another cup of tea, and call mum, and all of a sudden its dinner time. then bed time. then time to wake up. there just no way i'm going to learn all this in time. mmm time for a smoke.