I’ve been putting off writing this one. I stink at “doing it now”. I could have a deal for thousands on the table, but I’ll still do 20 pointless things first. Not sure why that is, perhaps how the stars were aligned when I escaped the womb.
I’m still married, for example. The paperwork looks easy enough, I just can’t be bothered to fill it in. Unless it’s required for some specific reason who knows when I’ll get around to it. I’ve been seperated for 3 years… she’ll probably do the papers before I do them. I should get it over with, although I don’t intend marrying again, unless some kind of wonderful happens.
I put off the good things as well as the bad. Why are we like that? I swear I’ll look back and think I wasted chunks of my life in limbo. Weird, but life is more relaxed how I play it and I love it that way. I’m not one who has lists and “goals”, the very idea of that seems forced and work-like to me.
I do get things done, but I’m very much a “last minute on the bus” kind of guy. Even when I was writing scripts… I’d have 6 months and do the whole thing in 2 weeks.
Another scorcher today… off on the boat through the Gulf Islands later… that place really is a little piece of heaven. Funny, I’m never late for boats, or late for anything in fact, procrastination doesn’t include timeliness. I’m always first everywhere. Tonight we’ll be with her folks, payback for mine staying with us for one whole month. her peeps are a nice enough couple and they live in a heavenly spot, but I fear it might be a long night without excessive alcohol. I’ll take along my Stalin biography, it’s a real page turner, that fella certainly didn’t procrastinate for a second, bless his cotton socks.