There is no hurly hell like sitting at the library, laptop open, writing a paper.
Many a days, I spent in front of a computer, hysterically silent, staring at the monitor.
I wonder what is so magical scary about academic writing
That makes me tremble like a wet cold cat in the dead of winter
It is the procrastinating disease that grips me
I am trying to recover, by sitting here in silence, weeks before it is due…
Will I just broaden my suffering?