I don’t know when I turned into such a procrastinator. It’s really gotten terrible. I have three term projects due next week, and rather than work on them, I am feverishly trying to get a knitting pattern whipped into shape. There is no deadline for that, no one is waiting anxiously for it – except for a few anonymous people on the internet, who, let’s face it, shouldn’t be as important to me as my school work. And yet, despite all this rationalizing, when I’m done with this post, I’ll probably go right over to my little pile of yarn and notes. Surely the calculations and data analysis can wait another day? How long can it really take to read a zillion papers on hypoxia? I’ve got time to knit some mittens. Right?