For the first time all summer, time has become more scarce than other resources. Procrastination is a fickle beast and it’s turned ugly on me. Leaving Saturday morning, so Monday is way too early to start. Tuesday is clearly the time to start preparing to do the job. When Wednesday rolls around there are three afternoon/evenings to do the work, perfect. Now lets throw off the groove, Tuesday night I stayed up too late and thus began the sleep deprivation cycle, Wednesday I slept in til around 10, unintentionally. Wednesday after work is the Godspeed Mass, which was awesome, but naturally meant I was at Jesuit til 7:30, after which Joe Petek came back to my house to hang out one last time. This lasted til midnight. Suddenly my body is going to mutiny against me, but i have to at least get a load of laundry done, so I do so while watching the second half of Pirates of the Carribean (hence the word choice of mutiny). 2 am, head hit’s pillow, woefully underpacked. Now suddenly I’m faced with a thursday that involves picking up my family from the airport at 7:20, followed by a friday that will necessarily get cut off early cuz i’ll need my sleep.
You’da thought I would have learned my lesson from the end of the spring semester (you’d especially think so if your name was John Murchison and you graciously helped me back between the hours of 11pm and 4 am knowing full well exactly how much time I’d wasted in the previous week). But then again you probably also know that I rarely if ever learn from my experiences (see Shakely anecdote #3b: Getting JUG for the exact same offence two years in a row, see all other procrastination anecdotes).
Oh well it’s not like I’m an idiot who’s coming in to work the day before i leave…oh wait, I am
Final thought: radar detector = awesome