Fuck Time Management

I have this recurring dream. Mind you, it isn't the same thing, but it usually follows this theme - I realize I'm late for a plane ride, and I'm rushing to pack up and get to the airport. I never do.

Now, I'm taking this as a sign that this is my subconscious telling me that I'm wasting my time, that I need to get moving, do something important, live every day as your last, etc, etc.

But now I realize what's been eating up my time. Work at home.

Seriously, today is my study day. I ate, studied, went to the roof deck for five minutes to think and chill out, ate some more, studied, studied, studied, watched some internet movies, then studied, studied, studied.

And it felt like 2 hours.

But I need to do homework. So maybe now I'm thinking that wasn't what the dream was about. It's not about the rush to get to the airport, but the fact that the flight isn't there. So maybe I need to study less.

Right after finals, of course. I need to get good grades.