12:53

It's 12:53, and it's that time of day again. My 11 o'clock class is over with, and I'm sitting mindlessly at my computer, accomplishing next to nothing. But who could blame me!? It's that time of day where the only thing my mind wants to do, is wander. And I can't help but oblige.

I have several tasks at hand that are either due tomorrow, or sometime within the next few days. They are clearly noted in my daily planner. I'm pretty sure that I even highlighted them as well. To be clear, I'm hardly admitting to procrastination. I'm merely aware that my mind needs its down time around the hours of noon and 1 o'clock. And being that it's a Monday, I generally allow another hour or two of down time to my afternoon.

I just caught myself picking at the dry skin on my thumbs. I'm still not too sure why I still latch onto this pointless habit. I pick at the dryness until my thumbs are irritated--sometimes until blood emerges. Then, I wonder why my fingers are even bleeding, or why I even started picking at my fingers in the first place. Then, silently, I assure myself that there are far worse habits to have.

Speaking of habits, it's (supposedly) a scientifically proven fact that a habit can be made or broken over the course of 21 days. In turn, I've decided to challenge this "fact" by giving up sugar/sweets for a full 21 days. I'm eight days in, and I'm not afraid to admit that I'm going mad. I almost succumbed to a Hershey's kiss last night during "Sunday night family dinner," but I refrained. According to my calendar, I will remain abstinent until December 12th. Even though I've found myself questioning my reasoning behind taking on this 21-day challenge, I'm just going to stick to it. Who knows? Maybe it is possible to live a sugar/junk food-free life... but don't tell my grandpa that.