hope for the hopeless

i finished writing my mediation paper before dinner and i'm meant to be reading my notes on takeovers of companies. but no, i'm not. i want to ramble and manja to people on msn, but everyone's somewhere else. therefore, i'm here. i was going to start reading those notes, i swear. i was even on some sort of high — you know, the sort you get when complete a task and you feel like nothing can stop you now. but it just kinda fizzled out. when i fucking fell back while leaning back on my chair, grabbed hold of my desk to avoid getting a concussion and toppled my entire desk. and of course everything i had on the desk was left sprawled (can you use the word for things, or only humans/animals) on the floor. it's still on the floor. and i'm in the middle of it all.