i'll do it tomorrow

Macbeth:

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more.

It is a tale

Told by an idiot,

full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28

 seriously, i'm too lazy for my own good.
when will i change?