I know what I have to do. The next right right thing obviously. Whether it's laundry, making breakfast, or paying bills; I just don't want to do it.
I'm really good with the planning and scheduling parts of what I gotta do. But when the zero hour arrives, suddenly the next right thing is not so important or it can wait. Pro-cra-stin-a-tion is a five syllable word for sloth. It is a defect of character that continues to plague me.
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