Focus
A/N: Just a drabble. Everything this drabble is defines my situation right now. So. Much. Work. So. Many Distractions. Not. Enough. Time. Brb crying. Ugh, I can't do this. I can't. Okay I'm doing it now okay I'm starting right now, this is crunch time bdsvlsbvskld exams are coming up ISU season is almost over, just, please Lord, let me get through this essay first.
"Yes." I say under my breath as the cards dance around the computer screen.
"Rose? Are you almost finished?" I hear Dimitri's low voice gradually get louder as the rhythm of footsteps crawl toward me.
"Uh, yeah!" I quickly minimize my won game of Solitaire and pull up my work, only one quarter of it finished.
And it's not very quality work, either.
Dimitri makes it to the doorway and I try and smile innocently at him. This report for Hans should have been finished yesterday. He raises an eyebrow and says,
"Really? Can I see?"
I feign offense and surprise.
"Dimitri, I am hurt. I realize just how important this report is, and doing anything else does not contribute or benefit me, it only hurts me by preventing me from getting my work done."
Just then, the fireworks that signal my triumph ring out of the speakers and through the room.
Dimitri crosses his arms.
I groan and let my head fall onto the keyboard.
And my time only runs out as I have piles and piles of work to do.