Don't put off until tomorrow...blah, blah, blah

I am a procrastinator. I wish I weren't, but I'll work on changing that about myself tomorrow....

The grass in my back yard strikes fear into my Pug because it's so high. She may get lost. The Border Collie stalks through it likes she's a wolf giving wolf-like signals to the Rottie, who is frustrating the Border Collie because she just doesn't get it, to quietly surround the rose bush before going in for the kill. I really need to cut it. Seriously. Problem is I'm only off of work 5 freakin' days a week. Where will I find the time?! OK, to be fair....this is where I justify shit to myself...Mondays and Fridays are a bust. I work 16 hour shifts on Saturdays and Sundays (Sundays are actually longer, but those are my "official" hours). On Mondays, I'm absolutely exhausted and really try not to schedule a thing rather than walk around in a daze and drool in front of people. Fridays are my "prep" days. I need to rest up for my upcoming weekend schedule...so I try not to do anything then, either.

So, today I got a little something accomplished and it has only taken a couple of months to make my move. I bought paint, like, two months ago to paint the dining room. And there it sat because if everything that I need isn't immediately available to me, I say "fuck it""I'll do it later when everything I need has somehow conveniently found its way to where it's supposed to be in order for me to continue". Then I plop my ass back down at the computer again. It's a sickness. But. Today I actually bought the rest of the painting supplies I needed. I brought them home and set them in the corner to compliment the paint cans. Aaaand plopped my ass down at the computer. After a little while, I realized what I was doing and furtively glanced over my shoulder wondering if I actually heard the paint sigh. Alright. I did it. Well, not the whole room. don't be ridiculous. I did the ceiling. Well, not the edges, but I did do the whole rest of the ceiling even though I heard the computer calling me back. I resisted even though I was quivering through the temptation about halfway through. Now my neck and upper back are killing me.

That should buy me some time before I have to start the walls...