Procrastination

(Title sung to the tune of "Anticipation" by Carly Simon. Or Rod Stewart's "Infatuation.")

I have a book review that needed to be written, oh, sometime early last month. Must start on it... now. Right after America's Next Top Model. Oh and Top Chef. Can't forget Top Chef. I have a BlogHer post due tomorrow that I haven't started on either. Instead I'm eating peanut butter flavored candy kisses and listening to Tegan and Sara.

I'm the type of person who needs to get things done a couple days in advance just to feel like "Whew, that was close." It's not that I'm such a little Tracy Flick that everything has to be perfect -- and me without a hair out-of-place and a a smile on my face. (Unintended rhyme. Bad bad bad.) It's more a lack of my own motivation that I over compensate and over do. I feel that if I don't have things done early, I won't have them done at all.