War Against Procrastination

Hi, This is my war against procrastination, and I am going to win this. My name is Panorux, and I'm going through shit. Like real, blood-specked, horrifying shit. My world has collapsed, and no amount of thinking of war victims is soothing anymore. This is objectively crass and painful. It's not cancer or rape or surviving war. It's not all lost, because everyone I deeply love is still alive and healthy. But if I told you, you would find time to sympathize with me on the weekends. With all that happening, I'm working on a project I physically hate. Ha! Now everyone knows about it. Woot, sure. It's pathetic. Can't tell you wherewhats, but it's a dead-end problem that people have been trying to skirt around for over 50 years. No industry cares about it. If it was an engineering problem, people would have been rolling joints in one of its old editions. This is like a ghost on all our researching, nearly-30 shoulders. It sucks. But I've got to do it. ...