Does Tomorrow ever really come?

If procrastination was an Olympic event I would be the next Ian Thorpe. It doesn't even have to be something I am dreading for the cunctation to begin. In fact finding a brand new awesome word for procrastination really just makes my point. Every time I sit down to do something productive my brain may as well be that of a ferret on crack, even the most mundane chores become shiny objects to distract and detract me from my fecundity. See I did it again!

I make all the rules I can to ensure I stay focused, no games on my laptop, ensure the television remains off, keep the current books being read and my phone In a different room. All this really achieves is instead of doing things I enjoy I end up doing things I have previously procrastinated about. Lets look at an example of the day in the life of a master procrastinator...

I set the alarm for eight am because I have a coffee date at nine, yes that is plenty enough time for me to get ready and leave the house on time but in the interest of not being cunctative lets leave that for another post another time. Now normally I have no problems getting out of bed at or even before eight am, but this morning I hit snooze, I’m not ready, I need more sleep. Nine minutes later the snooze goes off, reluctantly I get out of bed. Did I wash my hair last night? Of course not I wanted to watch a movie on TV, even though washing my hair would save time in the morning, I found something else to do. By the way, the movie was that important I can not even remember what it was.

So I wash and style my hair and for good measure decide to look for a specific shirt I have not worn since moving to Mount Isa, it just feels like a day where long sleeves won't make me feel like I am getting heatstroke. Oh no, here comes the next wave of pointlessness, this is after all Mount Isa, I had better go outside and test the heat, maybe long sleeves is not the best choice. Its ok outside, I can safely keep the shirt on. I didn't let the dog out to do her morning business, best do that before I leave the house and wait for her to finish and come back inside, our babies are very spoilt, but again in order to keep on track and avoid dilly-dallying lets leave the enthusing over pets for another time.

I'm ready, the dog is back inside, I've found my house keys and it is only twenty to nine, I'm on fire! Time to kiss Mr Saunders, without being too jealous that he is having a well deserved sleep in after working all night and get out of here. But first I'll just check Facebook and leave a status about my impending coffee date. Ok here we go, earphones in, music playing, house locked and still plenty of time to walk to the coffee shop.

I get lost on the way, and oh yes, getting lost in Mount Isa is very hard to do and quite embarrassing to admit, I'm not sure if I am really bad at directions or if it is just a self-sabotaging form of procrastination. Along the way, somewhere after getting lost and before arriving at the coffee shop I go looking for my bankcard and realise, It is still in the pocket of my uniform (yeah the day job comes with a snazzy shirt). why is it still in my pocket, well I bought some groceries on the way home yesterday and I meant to put the card back in my wallet but thought I would do it later, I was too busy to get my wallet out of my bag.

I actually think about turning around and going home for it, but after getting lost and leaving later then I wanted it would make me really late, for a master procrastinator I am actually quite hung up on being as punctual as possible. My amazing friend buys me a long black and we have a delightful catch up and I get to meet an awesome new friend as well. A couple of hours later and I head home. Having forgotten my bankcard is now a blessing, there is nothing I can do except go home.

Mr Saunders is up so I have a chat, before sitting down to edit my WIP. I'm at the lap top I may as well check Facebook and twitter, read a couple of blogs, talk to people via FB chat. OK half my day is done, it is most definitely time to start editing the WIP, first I’ll update my Facebook status, let everyone know I’m going to edit my work. Ok that's done here we go. This is of course where I notice the kitchen is a mess, wash the dishes or get to work? How can I concentrate with a kitchen like that? Ok the kitchen is clean I'm finally ready, except I really wanted to test out a new game I installed. OK the game works its time....what was I going to do today?

Gidget is the afternoon movie, I love Gidget, after the movie I am seriously going to get around to editing my WIP. Television off paper and pen in hand, one more conversation with Mr Saunders and here we go, except it is only two weeks till my birthday and there are presents already hidden in the house, maybe I can Talk Mr Saunders into giving me one early. I now have awesome noise cancelling headphones which should help me drown out the outside world and keep me from getting distracted. Of course I have to find exactly the right music to play.

Finally I get my editing done, miraculously two whole chapters which was my goal for the day, well actually they are nearly done, I decided to write my weekly blog, it is important to blog regularly, so it isn't really procrastinating right? Having decided to write my blog, and deciding to write it about my Achilles heel I feel the need to tell Mr Saunders this weeks topic, After the first couple of paragraphs I have to find him again and tell him about the awesome new words I discovered.

It's one am and I am exhausted, feels like I have been chasing my tail all day, I can't wait to get to bed, but first I have to post my latest blog and finish the two chapter goal I set on editing my WIP...actually there is always tomorrow.