Thursday, after a 36-day struggle, I severed Procrastination's vice-grip from my soul. That sneaky bastard approached me somewhat seductively, whispering sweetly, "you deserve a break" or "there's no crime in taking time for yourself" or "papers can be graded after you watch all five seasons of Psych." He had me at Psych and I accepted that tripe like girl in a Harlequin paperback (or Jerry Maguire).
But no longer.
Days of sitting and waiting and wishing and putting of until tomorrow what can be done today are no more.
I will be efficient and effective. I will be productive and positive. I will be less encumbered and more gratified. I will be less like her and more like me.
And it will be awesome!