In the library

I'm sitting at the fourth floor in the Central Library. It's a beautiful summer day outside (I know this because I just went out for coffee). I'm supposed to be working on a presentation for work: I have to give a talk about my research so far this year, and I've been working on the damn thing for the past couple of weeks. Today, I'm supposed to be doing final touches, and practicing the actual talk. And I've been procrastinating for the past hour or so.

I don't want to do this talk. I'm dreading it. Not the way one dreads an exam, or anything like that,  I just don't think I have anything to talk about. I don't want to show my colleagues what I've been doing for the past year because I don't think it's enough. This isn't to say that I haven't been working or that I don't have results. It just feels like all the results I've obtained are essentially what anyone else could have done in just a couple of months. Also, there's this idea in my head that if they want to know about it, they can just take a look at the pictures, they're pretty self explanatory, why do I have to give a talk? In any case, I don't want to work. So I'm trying to procrastinate. I turn to my fellow library dwellers for a source of inspiration. There's a couple of cute guys around, but no one I can stare at for time on end (the two cute guys are sitting at a 135º angle from where I'm facing, and I'm afraid it would be quite obvious and awkward if I just stared at them). The girl sitting right in front of me seems to have decided to take a nap on her laptop and I can barely see the top of her head. Even when she was awake she wasn't doing anything interesting. Everyone seems to be working in fact. So boring. Why do people even come here anymore?

So no inspiration from the fellow library dwellers after all. Maybe some music? Sure, but I can still work while listening to music. Not a good enough excuse to put work off. Facebook. Facebook is always a good source of procrastination content. Except when you actually want to procrastinate. Then it seems like people have forgotten about it (or they're out enjoying the good weather) and they can't be bothered to post fun stuff so I can not work.

This is my last resort. A short blogpost will buy me at least a few minutes before I have to go back to the dreaded presentation. And now it's nearly over... I wonder if my notebooks have anything interesting enough to engross me for the next twenty minutes?