Oblivion

I sit here putting off writing a paper. I'm slightly naked since I have loads of laundry to do. My newly acquired 20th anniversary Optimus Prime is flipping me the bird and the business end of his laser cannon is dangerously close to being leveled at my head.
You know, it's kinda sad when someone can ask you 3 questions and bascially sum up your entire life for you, but I guess I lead a sad existance. I'm trying really hard and the consequence of me not doing so is pretty bad, but I can't focus on anything. My mind is constantly channel surfing. I don't know if I can do this. Even so, just talking to that lady about where I've been and where I might be able to go was comforting.