There's something disconcerting about realizing that you've actually managed to work up enough stress to make watching movies you know to be good seem like a task that you keep putting off. And watching it, you'll wish that it ended already, so you could get on with the half a million other things you ought to be doing.
The fact that I've just spent four hours trying to psych myself up to watching The Merchant of Venice must also be the height of procrastination. I've wanted to see it since it hit the theatres, but I just can't seem to get started. Top that.
How big of a role do you figure mutual attraction plays in friendships?