IrelandA beautiful green emerald hidden amongst a vast sea of blue,
with never-ending skies, steep hills and cliffs straight and true.
The greenest of isles, full of magic and untold mystery,
it is one of the few places where lore and myth become history.
A land of such curious a wonder and with great adventure,
it is where the spirits and fae are said to often venture.
Tales of great warriors, fair maidens and ancient secrets of old,
of mystic druids and dragons and valiant knights so bold.
with gateways and portals leading far off into the other realm,
one may find lost treasure of gold hidden beneath the helm.
Many come and go, but each traveler has his own story to make,
in the misty fields, there's always a waiting path to take.
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Professional Procrastination"Why do I always do this to myself?" I audibly groan as the stubborn flickering line continues on its path to destruction, more specifically my destruction, as the hours pass by without a care in the world as if everything was all roses and puppies in pyjamas. One thing can most definitely be said with complete and utter certainty in my moment of dire need and panic. This is a code red situation, no puppies in pyjamas can be seen in the near distance. That time has passed, the time where I spent hour upon blissful hour watching shitty Netflix movies, the kind you would usually avoid except in moments of extreme and professional procrastination, and an entire playlist of important videos consisting of puppies and kittens doing what they do best.
Where I once had a little over three weeks to get started and complete an assignment, I now have a little over three hours. I think it is safe to say I have taken procrastination to an entirely new place it has not yet ventured and hopefully wil