My Demons

This stack of ungraded papers has stalked me my entire winter holiday. It represents some of the personality gremlins that have followed me all of my life: distractibility, procrastination, and a low threshold for frustration. I spent two weeks trying not to think about them, having a fit of guilt every time I saw the crate. Then I've spent three times as long as necessary grading them because everything else in my house suddenly seems more urgent. To top it off, I have a raging headache from quizzes that keep insisting that sand dissolves and salt floats. (Funny the first time; not so much the fifteenth.)
And so, at the bright, shiny start of a new year, I vow to battle my demons. Anyone experienced in bad habit exorcism, please apply.