I’ve been telling myself I need to write for a while now. Well, two weeks ago to be precise, when I finished reading this amazing book that I told myself I should blog about. And a few more things that i thought would be good to get down on paper. And I did…get it down on paper that is.

So when a friend annoyed me enough to get me up and blogging, the only thing I could think of was Procrastination. That’s what I’ve been doing. I used a weekend trip and a few guests as excuses not to write today. But the guests have left and i have┬áno one to talk to, and I now return to my ong shunned love. The blog.

A crude analysis of why I procrastinate follows.

I’m lazy. I’m a dreamer, a big one. In my head are illusions of my grandiose future accomplishments, which given my continuing lazy streak, ain’t gonna get me no where. I just used a double negative. shows how bad my writing has gotten. I could maybe use that as a teeny prod to get this act together.

Maybe next time not listen to Justin Bieber while writing? Though if Ed Sheeran was the lyricist, does that make it Ed’s song or Justin’s?

Things achieved this week- the house got a good cleaning.

Things that did not happen- The christmas tree did not go up.

I may have a problem with procrastination.

Is anyone even reading this? 250 words of rambling.