I would ask how you are, or what you've been up to, but I already know. Yet, do correct me if I am wrong. The past few days you have been biting my backside, making me irresponsible, lazy and perhaps less than a decent human being. Am I not wrong? After all, I go through day to day in a daze, thinking only about the next time I am going out with friends to catch a movie, blast out zombie's brains, or knock coloured balls into holes. And while I think about those things, I am on the computer, flipping through Chrome's tabs, that are of webcomics, blogs, facebook and YouTube. Again and again, I look at the same things, reading the same content and though I am bored to bits, you won't let me get off the computer and hit my notes.

Instead you tell me to keep thinking, and when you do let me off the internet, I end up playing Left 4 Dead by myself (pathetic), or Sims 3, making new sims and then just deleting them. Everything I do is by your hand, and because of your hand, I am going to pay the consequences. I mean, I know I can manage. Hell, I can survive on 4 hours of studying per week if I wanted. Yet, I barely clock in half an hour because of your extensive demands.

Remember, this morning, Mr. Procrastination? I finally found some time to do some chemistry, an simple worksheet that required 10 minutes of my time to finish. What happened next? You ordered me to slave away at the computer again for 10 hours. How is this fair?

Mr. Procrastination, I need to take a break from you. You have been a kind boss, I will admit. You take care of me and ensure that my interests are always put first, and you make sure that whatever I am forced to do by your hand quenches my interest. But you fail to realise! Oh when the thirst is quenched, it goes, then returns moments later in much greater magnitude. It becomes unbearable. Meanwhile, I am fully aware of the rotting of my brain, and the effects I will have to bear in time to come.

So, Mr. Procrastination, I regret to inform you that I have to quit. I will quit this job, and pursue my true self-interests for the time being. Perhaps I will return in December. Perhaps not. Only time can tell, Mr. Procrastination.

Yours,

Lin Kaiyang

- 2139, 9-9-09