Pack it In.

I’m such a procrastinator. I think I procrastinate so I’ll have more time to get things done. Well, it’s how I rationalize it, anyway. It’s a thrill – a challenge – and I do it often. A vicious circle of putting it off, getting mad at myself for a gigantic “to do” list, and then feeling a sense of accomplishment once I’ve check everything off in a race against the clock and usually making it in record time. So this is coming up because I’m leaving for Huntsville, AL after work tomorrow to visit my college roommate and good friend. I’ve known about my trip for a few weeks now. And I’ve pushed everything that I need to get done into a few hours tonight and squeezed into those few precious hours right after work and before I need to hit the road. And what time is it now? Midnight. And have I even started packing? Nope. Laundry’s in the wash though, so I can use that as one excuse. (Although I could have done it any night this week, yet saved it for tonight) I took my cat and dog over to my parent’s to watch for the weekend and grabbed a free meal while watching The Apprentice over there. (Still, more procrastination) And then I had to go back to work around 10:30pm because I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when I realized I had forgotten to hand in my report that I’d been working on all day to my VP who needs it first thing in the morning. (Blatant forgetfulness - or was it a subconscious effort to procrastinate even still?) So, after I actually finish packing tonight, pay some bills, and get in the bed, I’ll attend and all-day off-site meeting tomorrow, then I’m off to get my oil changed, get a car wash, buy her a birthday gift, a housewarming gift, and wrap them both along with her belated Christmas gift, stop for gas, go by the bank, and finally be on my way. It all starts right after I finish writing this blog, and I start packing – it in.