Procrastination

I'm exhausted. I left my house at seven in the morning and didn't get home until nine. I played, as a JV tennis player, against V2 singles players and lost. And now I still have so much to do. But I'm procrastinating. The worst part is, I'm aware of it and am not doing anything. I feel like a horrible person, but I certainly do not want to do my homework. I really, really need to do my homework. REALLY. If my math textbook wasn't online, I would disconnect my internet. But it is, so the internet remains. Oh, terrible and wonderful internet. I hate you and love you at the same time. Whereas I only hate doing homework. I will abandon my love (and mortal enemy) to complete the one and only thing that I really truly hate. But I did want to read a new blog I heard about...