News: 16/9/10 Procrastination

Procrastination is like a drug. The higher you go, the harder you fall. I have so much to do now. Especially research plan. I have no plan, i just go in every other day to do stuff. And my mentor is really hands off. But you didn't come here to hear me bitch about my problems, you go to other blogs for that.

Life is good. Save for the little annoying things in life, which in perspective isn't that annoying in the first place. But then, you didn't come here to hear me rambling about vague metaphysical concepts.
Instead, I shall tell you a story. A story of great happiness and sadness, comedy and tragedy. It is the tale of the forlorn musician.

Twas once a musician, talented was he,
he received a guitar of which, he paid a heavy fee.

But smiles did it bring, to him while he stroked,
as each moment brought melodious notes.

Fame and fortune did it bring, pervaded all his mind,

Like a drug he couldn't wean, greater happiness he could not find.

Year after year his muse wound down, leaving him high and dry,

But fame's sweet milk did he sup, and for it, he'd be damned if he didn't try.

But alas, fate is no friend, and his mind did he lose,

as he succumbed to a life, of sex, drugs and booze.

Tis a sad tale, so full of woe and devoid of glee,

The woeful life, of the musician Dylan Lee.