proof of slacking

i have this so called sunday-mood.
i do nothing. i slack around. i will rather move my table here and there or move my ass here and that, but not even look at the book. Well, to be precise, im willing to look at the book, but i just cant understand any single word written in there. My problem? yes. obviously.
tonight is sunday. what am i doing here? feeling guilty for not being able to finish a single tutorial question? not suppose to party out there and get myself drunk and drag myself into the house and just slam the whole body on the bed and here comes monday. the first day of the brand new week!
i fucking need money, pls. how much i wish i could go for some plastic surgery and then become super hot girl and then seduce any man who wish to feed me for my whole life. gosh. i must be having fever right now, because my mind spoiled. =p no free food in this real world, so do the getting-rich dream. everything just needs to depend on myself. to get better income, the only way is to use my brain. deng~