To write that essay or to watch this movie?
To make a responsible choice for my future or to dwell in far-fetched fantasies?
To be miserable now and relieved later or to screw all else and regret later?
To digest mind-numbing publications and put out something that will appear half-assed (they're dead grotty!), no matter how hard I try...
... or to watch John, George, Paul and Ringo in a train and a room and a car and a room and a room and a room?
The latter please!
# I'm kidding. I'm too much of an uptight scaredy-cat to do otherwise. But watching them get chased after by girls will suffice (for now).
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