To science I'm so burnt out, but at least my ol' buddy Edgar understands...

To Science

Science! True daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?

- Poe

Talk about dull realities... Maybe that's why I've turned into a procrastinator extraordinaire--to avoid the reality that I should be studying like nobody's business.
I suppose there are worse forms of escapism...  posted by issek @ 15:42