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I'm sitting in bed with my laptop on my, well, lap, and staring at the blank screen. Okay, it's not blank it's got twenty-three words on it. Now twenty-seven, twenty-nine… you get the picture. I'm supposed to be writing five-hundred words for my English lit class, but I just cannot find any motivation. Maybe the problem is I'm trying too hard. Okay, an easy fix; I'll distract myself with something else. That's bound to get the idea's flowing and the juices pumping.

Alright, well I could paint my nails. That's always good for clearing the mind. I get up and walk over to my dresser. My box of nail varnishes is buried under a mountain on moisturisers I swore to my boyfriend that I'd used when I bought them, but not one of them is open. Maybe when I'm done painting my nails I'll organise my ever increasing moisturiser collection.

I dive into the box—once it's been dug out—and start the massive decision of what color I want. You'd think it'd be an easy decision, but no, there are so many things to factor into it. What am I doing tomorrow? What am I wearing tomorrow? What kind of look am I going for? How much effort do I want to put in? See, like I said, it's a massive decision.

Well I'm working tomorrow—at a clothing store—so I'll be wearing their stock. If I go for a nude color then that will match with most things. I pick out all the pale pinks and peachy colors and take them back to bed. Alright now to decide if I want to put a lot of effort in or if one quick coat is all I can be bothered to do. I check the time and it's getting kinda late, so one coat it is.

I'm down to matte pale pink, gloss pale pink or a glittery pink with gold flecks. I discard the glittery immediately because it takes so fucking long to take off. Glitter plus cotton wool is a rage inducing frustration that I try to avoid at all costs. Okay, down to the final two, which one will win? I snort to myself, it's fucking nail varnish Rose not the Xfactor! Finally I pick the gloss because I can put a clear top coat on it so it won't chip in like five seconds.

I move the brush oh so carefully over my bitten to bits nails. I'm approaching this task like my steady hand will save the world. I'm shaking like I have Parkinsons. Slowly and carefully I work my way from my thumb to my cute little pinky, and hey presto my right hand is done. My left hand doesn't go so well. I'm now shaking like I have Parkinsons and I'm sitting on a washing machine that's on it's spin cycle.

After finishing, I declare myself as the reigning queen of procrastination, and get back to work… I'll just check Facebook…