Languishing in the throes of procrastination

Ok, I have no idea what that title means. I suppose it has something to do with how I'm feeling now. It's 547pm, and I've just started on my maths revision - the last part which I hadn't done before today. I'm in no mood to study, and I admit it could be due to my mind already getting out of the study mood it was in last week, which is probably the result of me dear mind gorging on the wonder that is fanfiction. So yea, I'm a procrastinator right now.
Sometimes it strikes me how much of a glutton for suffering I am. Yea, I'm well aware of the effect fanfiction has on my mind, but I can't seem to stop myself. I'm well aware of the mental torture I'd undoubtedly be putting myself in if I continue procrastinating. I'm well aware of the sweet heartache I'll feel when I finish reading a well-written angst story, and even more when I know I don't read the sequel. But I still continue on my accursed path. Why, I wonder? I'm not sure, myself. Yes, just now I was reading this really good angst story about Harry potter defeating voldermort, who cursed him with the last of his magic so that the former gets transported back through time, where the Marauders and Snape are 7th year students. Pairing of snape and Harry, who's known as Jonathan frost. It's angst because in the end snape waits uselessly and faithfully for frost until 20years later, during which he feels the hope slowly shrivel up and perish within his slowly embittering and hardening heart. Boy does it make me want to weep. Can you believe I actually, in a way, enjoy this feeling? Yes, I think I'm crazy, too, thank you very much. Anyway. Though there's a sequel, I'm willing to leave it at that, meaning I won't read the sequel. It might mar my beautiful memory of the tale.
This afternoon was spent playing ps2 with my younger bro, again. Lol, at least no one can complain that I wasn't a good sister who didn't take the time to bond with my sibling. Homestly, there are times when I feel like I'm actually more immature than he is, and I'm 4 years older! Geez. What will I do with myself? I might talk a little more later, but for now, I don't know why I'm so relaxed...