There was too much of it. Vincent sighed, shrinking behind the huge pile of papers, files and projects-that-need-to-be-done-soons. He’d been working on them for days, if not weeks by now and the pile was just growing larger and larger like… like The Blob.
That was Vincent’s phone. He scooped it up from his desk and had a look- the fifth message from a friend of his. With a lack of interest, he dropped his phone back on the table.
Not that he had something against his friend, but if he’d start chatting with anyone now, he’d just rant and whine about the amount of work he had to do and THEN he’d not get started anymore, which would then quadruple the ranting and the whining, which would just make EVERYTHING more severe. Perhaps he should put his phone away, stash it in a room nearby.
Stop making excuses to get up and do your work already!
Vincent ran a hand over the back of his head and took the file th