I have a laundry list of things to do. I have to start getting into this writing essay we have due, start contemplating what I'm going to write for my literary perspectives paper, and turn in my foundations exam to my professor by midnight tonight. Yet, for some estranged reason, I'm just having trouble bringing myself to fold my laundry sitting in my hamper next to my desk. I blame the weather. Ever notice it's harder to get yourself to do work when it's all dark and dreary outside? Listening to the therapeutic sound of the drapes of rain pouring outside my window make it that much more difficult for me to resist the overwhelming sensation to get back in bed, curl up, and fall asleep...