There are days when I wake up with a sickly feeling in my stomach. My thoughts don't slowly congeal- as they normally would- but rather come rushing in making my head spin. I instantly remember the millions of things that I have to do. Or should do. Or really don't want to do. I am thrust into the day already feeling ill from the quick realization that I am in way over my head. And so I do the obvious thing and... procrastinate. This Journal entry, itself is a display of procrastination. I find that although the stress accumulates the more I find other things to do, I always find it easier to bake a cake, write a pathetic blog, eat, paint, d