At least that is what I have read is one of the supposed physiological roots of ADHD. I don't know for sure because I just don't have the attention span to read all that medical and psychological mumbo-jumbo to really find out.
But see, unlike most of you slack asses, I actually have a doctor's note for my inherent procrastination.
I really can't help it.
It is a symptom of a disorder.
What can I say?
I's got a free pass.
But really, I am thinking I won't need my free pass.
Sure I just got the book last night--A Thousand Splendid Suns and the book club meeting is Friday but I am already 130 pages in; only 280 some odd pages to go!
At this rate I should be done by Thursday at lunch at the latest. Plenty of time to still write a paper comparing the novel with Milan Kundera's Unbearable Lightness of Being. I will title it something like The Unbearable Suffering of a Thousand Soviet Oppressions. Of course I will cite examples of existentialism and quote Nietzsche and have a short paragraph on Mikhail Bakhtim's theory of dialogism to tie the discourse between the novels together.
Ah, I knew all those semesters of reading 5 novels a week and endless research papers would come to fruition at some point.
And you see, this is why, for the most part, I stick to only reading Comso and Glamour these days. Nothing like a degree in literature to ruin you on the pleasure of reading.
Sigh, off to use my brain. Feel sorry for me. No good ever comes of that.