Today I should be revising. I should be in a state of panic. I should, if I were at all worried about my education, be poring through the dictionary looking up words I don't understand, but, ciononostante I'm doing very little. In fact, I'm listening to a man from Florida reading Washington Irving's The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, his dulcet tones echoing through my headphones and bringing some form of unexpected peace into my chaotic life.

Beside me sits an empty mug of what was once Earl Grey; to my left, piled on my bed are tomes of grammar - L'Italiano Più Corretto, Upgrade Your Italian, A Comprehensive Catalan Grammar, Upgrade Your Spanish, Para Practicar Los Pasados, El Subjuntivo - and yet, instead of reading any of these, I'm just lazing around. I could look at Giuseppe Berto's Anonimo Veneziano in preparation for the upcoming exam, or I could look at my list of conjunctions. Forse I'm just a little bit cocky, a little bit too-sure of my ability or lack thereof. Chissà the ultimate result of not having a last bit of panicky revision?

I know my grammar - I know adjectival agreements, subjunctives, passives, imperatives, progressive and prospective phrases. I feel I know enough to get by, and as much as it's an exam that could spell disaster for me, I know how to bullshit in Italian (for want of a better word) so I can get by fairly well.

So, for the rest of the day, I'm going to enjoy listening to the best of the literary world as taken from OpenCulture's links to Librivox. If you're ever bored, it has everything you could want - from Chaucer and Dante, to Dickens and Dumas, to name but a few. What more could a procrastinator want from his week? To pass the exam, perhaps...