What Am I Doing?

Sitting there early in the morning
Looking around all over me
Everybody is occupied with something
Except the blur old me

Half a day I am there
Thinking of when I am assign something
Another half of the day went by
And I am still there wondering

That's when a day's up
And I still did nothing much
My heart is calling out
Please help me..

Wow, can I call this a poem? Haha.. Anyway, this is what I'm going through right now.. OWH, please please get back to me by tomorrow.. If not I'll just have to think of plan B..