The Procrastination Station

I even put off writing this, that's how much I've procrastinated. I've had since December 15th to get all my stuff together and say my goodbyes, and I've hardly done anything. I think it's because I refuse to believe I am leaving until the last possible moment, when I can do a slipshod job of throwing everything together.

I haven't bought all the supplies I need for my drawing class. I haven't started packing. I haven't started laying out my clothes. I don't even know what luggage I'm taking. I don't even have pens or pencils or notebooks for all my other classes.

But I work better under pressure. I sometimes prefer to marinate in my thoughts and plans, making lists when I feel like it, and then kicking into high gear when time is running out. Maybe that's why television writing is a good place for me, because there is always another deadline, and looking deadlines seem to be my best motivation for getting things done.

My flight is Thursday night, something like 10 or 10 30 in the evening, which is 22 00 or 22 30 for all those people out there who prefer "twenty two o'clock." Which means I have three full days left to see everyone I promised to see and buy everything I need to buy. And pack. At least today I got some editing done on my screenplay.

So now I stay up late watching this after telling myself I'd try to go to sleep early. However, I have a clear vision of what I need to do tomorrow: stop procrastinating.