Midnight Madness
I'm making potato salad for lunch after/at church tomorrow. Yes, it's 12:30.
I'm not quite sure why my m.o. tends excessively toward procrastination. Perhaps it's having the attention span of a goldfish and being easily distracted by shiny things. Tonight I'm thinking it was lemmings and Hugh Laurie, although in no particular nor simultaneous order. I think I just prefer working against a deadline and figuring backwards how much time I'll need to complete it. Of course, I've been trying that every morning for the past 25 years (well, maybe 20 consciously) and the only things it's proved to me is that I am a poor judge of time and an eternal optimist thinking that I can double my speed and manage to magically get out the door anyway. Haven't I heard that as the creative definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results. The only thing I manage not to procrastinate on is my taxes. Yep, I file them by the end of January. Now if I can only up my quota of timely actions to more than 1 per year. We all have to have goals.
In my defense tonight, I did take a nap this afternoon. It was meant to be a two minute resting of my eyes. Four hours later, I got up again and puttered about my apartment.
Essentially, that drops the time back from 12:30 to 8:30, which is a perfectly reasonable time of the evening and leaves me with an overall margin of quite enough time for rest. I love creative math!
More later about the musical and wedding I went to (again, not simultaneous)...
I'm not quite sure why my m.o. tends excessively toward procrastination. Perhaps it's having the attention span of a goldfish and being easily distracted by shiny things. Tonight I'm thinking it was lemmings and Hugh Laurie, although in no particular nor simultaneous order. I think I just prefer working against a deadline and figuring backwards how much time I'll need to complete it. Of course, I've been trying that every morning for the past 25 years (well, maybe 20 consciously) and the only things it's proved to me is that I am a poor judge of time and an eternal optimist thinking that I can double my speed and manage to magically get out the door anyway. Haven't I heard that as the creative definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results. The only thing I manage not to procrastinate on is my taxes. Yep, I file them by the end of January. Now if I can only up my quota of timely actions to more than 1 per year. We all have to have goals.
In my defense tonight, I did take a nap this afternoon. It was meant to be a two minute resting of my eyes. Four hours later, I got up again and puttered about my apartment.
Essentially, that drops the time back from 12:30 to 8:30, which is a perfectly reasonable time of the evening and leaves me with an overall margin of quite enough time for rest. I love creative math!
More later about the musical and wedding I went to (again, not simultaneous)...
posted by Shannon at 1:32 AM
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It's a comfort to me that some things never change! You are still you and we love you for that!
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