The pen is in my hand, but I can’t bring myself to write. The music makes my foot tap and my head nod. Involuntarily I start singing along. I start as the little red number pops up on my Facebook screen. I have a notification. I hesitate and glance back down at my homework for a moment before rolling the mouse over the screen. Click. Jane has commented on your wall post.

I’m hopeless. Mindlessly, I switch tabs back to Ficly. Nothing new. My pen clicks in my hand and I slouch in my chair even further.

I’m bored.

What should I do? A little voice in my head says “do your homework, you lazy idiot,” but I shove the voice away. It’s 9:43pm. Mentally I plan to start my essay at 9:45. Then I open Google and start searching my favorite actors. I glance at the clock. 9:50pm. Shit. I’ll start at 10pm instead.

Ten minutes later I’m furiously typing… this ficly.