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Procrastination on Sunday makes for a hated Monday

I assigned myself a little homework this weekend, and the task was to remain at home for one full day. No grocery store running, no consumer buying, no theatre going, nothing. I was successful in that task on Saturday. When I was on the phone with Tracy, I realized that I hadn't been home for more than two consecutive awake hours since last Sunday. And before that, it was Monday.

I have been having some issues with my classes, but also with myself. Comparing my friends with me, being all self-depreciating about the lack of shit that I do. But after therapeutic hysterical crying session with Kris, and conversing with Tracy, I realized that it's not the fact that I do so little, contrary in fact. Every semester the same emotion washes over me, the lack of being able to go out and do fun things with my friends. It's called sacrafice, I need to perform these torturous tasks in order for the rest of my life to be worth something.

Wonder woman, I am not. I'm a web manager, a database wrangler, a student, a girlfriend, a mother, a daughter, and a sister. All the various roles I play in my life keep me on my toes. Understand that I work, I'm in class Tuesdays through Thursdays, and lately my work has been following me home like a stalker. Whereas I would love to waste time in front of the television, or in front of the computer, or on a walk to a geocache, it is imperative that I finish all my work work and my class work.

So I end the procrastination in this last paragraph with a brief summation of the weekend. Friday: drizzly drunk with Rick & John at Susie's. Saturday: home. Sunday: cleaned the bedroom, geocached, grocery shopping, dinner cooking, and homework doing. Kris calls me a goddess because I mulled cider and made my turkey meatloaf. I'm ecstatic because I made mashed potatoes.

Have a good week folks, I'll see you all on Friday.

08:49 PM

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Posted by: Martinimambo at September 20, 2004 09:37 AM

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