Procrastinate. in A transparent lockbox

What an awful habit I’ve developed. I can only seem to work in the face of deadlines and when hit with adrenaline. When I know I have time, I cannot do work. I think I would need the rush of a gun being held to my head to pump out an assignment early. There is an off mode that my brain goes into between work assignments. I become incapable of any complex thought. I am just existing like a tree in the winter. There are no blossoms, no fruit, just swaying in the cold wind.