It’s Sunday night. I’m not in school anymore so I don’t have to face the weekly lament of “Oh, rats, I put off my homework and now I have to do it . . .” It’s amazing, however, how well I adapted procrastination to other aspects of my life.
I think I have reached some convoluted philosophical area where things turn on themselves because I believe I am actually procrastinating procrastination. I know; it shouldn’t make sense . . . but I kind of feel as if it does. Gordon Ramsay could probably summarize my mind right now.