Completionism compulsion.
It is Sunday night, music is playing on the stereo. You are certain that the mound of empty mountain dew/doctor pepper cans on the floor is going to tip over any minute. You still have several hours before your procrastinative tendencies will allow you to finish that 10 page research paper that was due 3 days ago. More than just a few cigarette butts currently reside in the ashtray. Your left hand rests underneath your chin, propped up by your elbow which resides on the desk you're sitting at. You're right hand is numb from using the unergonomic shaped mouse that has been passed down to you through the generations. You're Facebook, Twitter, instagram, and porn sites have all been surfed out. The chair your sitting in seems as though your ass has somehow grown into it and has now become a cohesive and unified whole and you're scared to get up from it for fear it will follow you when you do. You are almost finished reading/commenting on all the posts that seemed somewhat interesting to you and then some more posts start flooding in! Drats, the mods butchered your chance at completionism for the night! Is it normal that you feel this way, or have you just been here WAY too long already?