this is very upsetting. i spend a lot of time worrying and little actually doing.
never fear, dear readers, i am aware of how deep the vat of doo-doo is that i tread; it's just that for some reason, i cannot seem to muster the motivation to actually begin. perhaps it's a fear of rejection, inability to attain the impossible goals i set for myself or the fact that i tend to view anything short of said impossible goals as an utter failure and may be putting it off to be able to say it sucks so very badly because i had no time -- all classic signs of procrastination. even today, as i sit here at the computer on the one day off this week that i had fully dedicated to taking that tentative first step toward certain doom, all i can do is look back on all the things i HAVE accomplished in an effort to put the crying off a little longer:
checkbook? balanced.
house? dusted, vacuumed, swept up, tidied
grates that go over the flames on the stovetop? soaked, scoured and put back into place
do-it-yourself-home-improvement and myth-disproving shows? watched, sometimes two at the same time
big production dinner? made
dishes? done (that's a biggie)
laundry? currently drying
magazines/newspapers/junkmail? sorted and moved to resting places, final or otherwise
cds? organized
correspondence? caught up on
first half of America's Next Top Model marathon? enjoyed (although i've never really been into that program, when they show them all in a row, i just cannot find the courage to turn off the tv.)
ice cream? eaten
knitting project? more than halfway finished
facial mud mask? applied
toenails? repainted
horoscope? checked
newspaper? read
current issues of rolling stone, paste and salon.com? browsed through
blog post? soon to be posted
and although i've demonstrated a considerable amount of restraint in NOT watching Ghostbusters, which i have never seen but have recorded, i am now in a decent frame of mind to consider possibly getting started.
but i sure could use a nap, first.
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going-away party for dear friend moving 700 miles away? UN-PLANNED.
oh CADIZ.... "ice cream" eaten! NOW THAT'S MY GIRL!!!! Hope you had more then one ... ahem.. scoop ;) yeah baby!!!!!
ok enough vulgarities-
stop freakin' dusting and get to shmoozin' and ass kissin'!!!!!!!
Some call it procrastinating. I call it planning.
i think if it were your kind of ice cream, it would have been a totally different kind of day.
and as for my friend, hc, it's a lot easier to plan a party for him if i'm told when he was going away more than a few hours beforehand. everyone knows that cadiz can throw a damn good party, but she's gotta have something to work with.
how I know so well the tune you sing.
those accomplishemtns are still very considerable. I am mostly impressed by the laundry. laundry for me is a whole day production. the sorting, the loading, the drying, the taking in, the folding, the ironing, the keeping, the hangers.
*gives you a standing ovation*
good luck with the ginormous project!
LOL Have you started?
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