Lazy isn't the right word when it comes to writing. I'll go with metacarpally apprehensive. But it's looking up, getting better with every tryst.
Every distraction steering me further away from the tasks at hand still productively serve a purpose. Dreaming may be initially fruitless but it gives the mind room to breathe and expend some energy, which is absolutely necessary when the end of school's griping like a vice and summer's looming large. Rio looks gorgeous, let's go. What a cool movie too.