I'm stalling. I can feel

I'm stalling. I can feel it in my fingers, my body, my mind. I'm just putting it off. What's one more hour now, when I could sacrifice sleep? What's five more minutes on that?

It's nothing to me now.

But it's valuable all the same, and I know it. The guilt is creeping on me slowly.

And all I can do is make up excuses.