Focus? I don't think so

You know, I never realized how hard it was to sit at home, nibble on crackers, and just do work. Honestly, this entire day I promised myself "I will do X number of things" and in the end, I only got to B. Do I still feel stressed? Yes. Do I feel like a pig? Yes. Do I want my professor? Y-
Oh wait, that's a taboo, isn't it?

Everyone says "No, don't go there, it's bad."
Personally I think "bad" is having sex with a rhino or an endangered species of African purple-striped, horned monkey, but maybe it's "bad" because he's 40 and a professor?
I frankly can't comprehend why I can't "go there"... it's not like I'm setting a trap up for him or want a higher grade (honestly)...

There's just something about his demeanor, charisma, charm, humor... Ok, ok, so as other people have said, it's probably because I subconsciously see the sexiness in this power relation (and I can't say I'm not turned on by the fact that he's probably way skilled (in bed.... probably out), a lot more mature than college boys, has the sexiest brain ever, and oh yeah (this goes with the skilled part) he has a big, fucking nose). You know what that means!!!

No, he doesn't need large-sized Breathe-rights.

I'm sayin' that instead of a possible banana in his pocket, he's probs packin' an RPG (rocket-propelled grenade, people). Ironic, considering he's a government professor.
Come lecture me on the possibilities of nuclear conflicts between my thighs, prof.

Yep, it's late, and still no work done. Lots of fantasies though. Maybe instead of being the lawyer that I always hoped, I can start using my brain for writing erotica, only pennies on the dollar! Yeah, that'll make me tons of money. Dollar bills in my g-string, maybe, while bumping and grinding to some Lil Wayne songs.