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.
Why? Because adult life doesn't have room to be passionate or free or fiery. Because everyone has to work jobs they hate. Because every other job is like that. Because these were life skills, that you needed to cultivate while you still haven't started a family. Because once you start that dreamlike family, you're ready with all the shit you've learnt, to feed them with.

So I decided to wage war against what's stopping me. Is it courage, like one of my over-ambitious ex-mentors would feel "inspired, even though I was junior"? No, phh! It's abject boredom. Boredom is a real deal, man.

Do you know what's boredom? Or what it feels like. It feels like your blood has turned into cereal. So I wanted to kill it, feel violent and thirsty again. I am waging a passionate, lustful war against this horrible vice that holds me back.

So let's begin. I need to run a piece of code. Let me come back once I'm done. Let me imagine that every time I'm working, I'm a magical, unstoppable force. Do you know, I believe in magic? I believe that things can happen, just like that. "snap".

20 minutes: I ran that code, bitch. Got those bitch results. It wasn't easy or hard. It needed doing.