My thesis duedate is coming up. Ha!

I have no desire whatsoever to finish this thing. Why is that? I want the degree; I worked hard for it. I went to all my classes, studied hard, read the books, and have just about completed the thesis. All it requires is a few more orchestral parts and a final, polished draft of the score and parts. So why can't I get my rear in gear, get to the computer lab, and finish it?

I think I've been a procrastinator all my life. My husband calls me "schizoid;" I think of it as "flighty." No matter what you call it, it means things don't get done. Usually they're minor things: doctor appointments that go uncancelled, letters that are written but never mailed, and meat that remains in the freezer when it should be defrosting. Often projects are put on the back burner until, in order to survive, they must be completed at break-neck speed. The sad part is, I've suffered few repercussions from my terminal laziness. I've become quite adept at slapping together projects at the last minute and having them look nicely assembled and professional. If you ignore the telltale rings under my eyes.

But the thesis...that's not a minor thing. In fact, that's one of more major projects of my entire life. It's half an hour's worth of music, for full choir and orchestra. In Spanish. It's huge.

My husband keeps pressuring me to get to the lab to finish it. The lab is thirty minutes away; I have to use this lab because the score needs to be printed on ledger-sized paper. My excuses: I've had a bad day. It's too far. I need to work on something else. It's too nice an evening. Wimpy reasons, all.

My parents have already taken the the day off from work for my graduation.

Somebody come kick my butt!