Expectation: Wake up earlier (than say, noon) get my room and house cleaned and notes/highlighter/textbooks/junk-free. And then feel really accomplished and good about myself
Reality: Wakes up close to 3pm, aching from yesterday, deciding when to start the packing (oh but it's so late, and I'll never be able to finish! And it's not like the mess is hiding my table. I can totally still see it. And I haven't had any food since last night's Ameen. That's definitely not healthy - cleaning on an empty stomach. No thanks. So, hmm, what shall I eat?)
Me, myself and my procrastinating habits. Thank goodness there's no moving out of hall this time.
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