Category Archive for 'Procrastination'

Procrastination Station

Tuesday, November 20th, 2007

Wow! I beat myself at my own game. I wrote this when I was packing for Mexico (a.k.a. happier times) and never published it. Please somebody give me a (large monetary) prize for winning the championship of starting things and not finishing them:
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If there’s one thing I do well; maybe better than anyone I know, […]

Shady Business

Monday, July 16th, 2007

I need some window coverings, STAT, you guys. I’ve recently moved into a new bedroom, and whilst before I liked to complain that my room was a cave, now I long for its cool shadyness (See photo of my then-underappreciated shady room below in Appendix A). My new room has four windows arranged in such […]

Panic Atax

Sunday, April 15th, 2007

My friend Annie just called to see what I was doing. “My taxes,” I said. “Well, I mean, not yet… I’m actually looking for my W-2, and, you know, paying some bills and stuff.”
“Aaaah, why do we do this?!” she moaned. She hasn’t done her taxes either, and for those of you who are […]

O Canadia!

Saturday, March 31st, 2007

I’m leaving bright and early tomorrow morning to fly to Vancouver for a family ski trip, and I’m still totally not packed. And by “bright and early” I mean pitch black dark and still the middle of the night. I have to be at my office building to catch my shuttle at 5:25, which means […]

I Take It All Back!

Tuesday, February 20th, 2007

This is unbelievable. I called the Traffic Court peeps today to ask them how I could pay my ticket, and two things:
1. When I first called, the robot said, “You have. seventy. nine. callers ahead of you. in the queue.” And I said, “Uggghhhhhh, are you kidding, Robot?” and the robot didn’t answer. But […]

Stupid Presidents!

Monday, February 19th, 2007

Happy President’s Day, my ass.
This morning I decided to attack the pile of clothes that was trying to defy gravity by towering precariously on a chair in my room. As I gathered an armload of clothes that were too dirty to put away, yet too clean to put in the laundry, out fluttered a […]