I am writing another essay. Terribly things, essays. Being the chronic procrastinator that I have always been, I decided to explore hiding places in my small room when I was supposed to be writing the essay. I made the great discovery that I can fit comfortably in the wardrobe, close the door and sit down in the comfortable darkness that smells of clean clothes. I also went to the kitchen in search of distraction and found the Iranian fella cooking his lunch and randomly discussed imaginary numbers in electronics and the use of cement to make casts of the carbonised bodies in Pompeii. I also checked out the weather forecast which says that night temperatures might go as low as 0 over the next few days. And then, I came here to write this post.

Procrastination is essential to the production of good work because good work can only be done last minute due to the need for deadline pressure to stimulate brain cells and encourage concentration. Long live last-minute work!