Whenever I'm procrastinating, the word 'castration' seems to pop into my head.

Now I don't know if there's a connection between the two, but it's certainly frightening. Why would I be castrated if I'm procrastinating? I really don't know...

I'm looking at my notes now, and all I can think of is my penis being detached from my body in gruesome and unimaginable ways. Well, not really, because I'm imagining it.

I suppose I should get back to work....