It is not bodily fluids.
It is the fact that I have three assignments to hand in for tomorrow, and a 250 word essay I'd promised to write for a girl for money (about which I now feel guilty, so I'll still write it, but won't take money), and I have written exactly one line out of all of it.
I've been procrastinating all day, reading Slaughterhouse Five, playing on the computer, trying to get the damned forum to work.
In fact, I'm procrastinating right now, by writing this message.
Isn't life beautiful?