Better late than never
I like to think that with any luck, I will manage to be late for my own funeral. That's not to say that I'm not a punctual person. No indeed! I pride myself for being on time. If I set a time and say, "I'll be there!", come rain, nor snow, nor dark of... oh, wait.... I'm not a letter carrier. Anyhoo. My name is Marie, and I have a procrastination problem. I doubt very much that a twelve step program can save me anymore, because I'm getting too old and set in my ways. And so, I've resigned myself to my fate. I will forever be stressing over deadlines, whether they be outside sources or self-imposed. My favorite thing to do when I have said deadline looming is to jump on the information highway and surf teh shiny interwebz until my eyes fall out research my chosen topics, but I tend to get distracted. Often. Which in Mynx time, is something like every seven minutes, give or take. And so, my day goes something like this: W...