Procrastination

I slept in until 8:45 this morning....a whole 3 extra hours!!! I was going to get up, eat some breakfast, tick off some items on the To-Do List, hang Christmas ornaments because it felt like it would be fun at 9:45 last night when I finally put up my Advent Calendar quilt, etc.

As of 1 PM, I have accomplished:

~Relieving my bladder

~Sending an email to my mother begging her to co-sign a student loan for $1500 so I can go to school next semester

~Drinking a glass of V8 Fusion

~Looking at and acknowledging that I need to clean my apartment

~Thinking about the coloring project I assigned myself when my boss asked me to decorate my room at the day care

~Reading "Fallen Princess" blog, because I happened upon it around 10AM & it entertains me

Then I realized what time it was, had only gotten to May 2011 on the aforementioned blog, and that I should take a shower because my just-woke-up eye gunk was starting to irritate me. Hey, at least I don't smell like spit-up because I took a shower before I got into bed yesterday at 6 PM.

I used to be an organized, highly-motivated individual. Now I look in the mirror at my unplucked eyebrows, glance at the legs I haven't shaved in 2 months, and suppress the urge to hit the drive-thru at Taco Bell. I can't afford to waste the gas driving .5 miles and $3.95 for my favorite $2 Meal Deal+extra chicken burrito is out of my price range.

I've got to get it together. I have company coming to stay with me for New Year's and I deserve to live better than this. It is my birthday weekend and I'm trying not to cry about my age and the fact that my uterus is making it's presence felt in an unpleasant manner. It's life's way of mocking me. (This might be a female thing.)

Now I feel guilty for wasting my morning, which makes me want to procrastinate more because obviously I am late for my self-appointed meeting with my dishwasher. Since I already missed it, why attempt to re-schedule, other than being out of spoons on which to eat peanut butter??