Anyhow, I'm doing fine. Just LOTS of bits and pieces that I'm picking up in my life. I am an occasional procrastinator. I tend to put
At times, I'm at a loss with myself. It's so soothing to be lulled into a sense of self-indulgence and forget about everything around you. And suddenly, you're smacked across the head with the telephone directory that is your to-do list by the firm, invisible hand that is your conscience, prompting you to start moving your ass and do what needs to be done. Then, your day unbecomingly becomes a hive of activity as your conscience takes the wheel, shifts you into overdrive and clears your list all in one go. It might take several hours, a day or even a whole weekend, but by the end of it, it leaves you feeling incredibly productive. Then, you will settle your ass down again as the list grows like the unwanted weeds in your garden. Sometimes, you don't manage to clear everything and some things will still remain, like that pesky aunt who keeps gossiping non-stop, and won't stop talking and just leave.
Thus, the cycle continues.