World Class Procrastination

“Anticipation, is making me wait, is keeping me waaaaaiting, . .” used to be the Heinz catsup theme song.

Mine starts, “Procrastination, . . .”

Yes, I’m a procrastinator. I could rationalize it, saying:

· “I work best under pressure,”

· “First instincts are usually right and doing things early gives one time to overanalyze and screw up,”

· “Work expands to fill the available time,”

or a bunch of other things. But I’ll just get it out:
I’m a procrastinator. It’s part of who I am!

A couple of examples. I just came back from central Siberia. I was there as part of a foreign adoption. I met a wonderful little girl I’m trying to adopt.

I was warned that it would be very emotional meeting Anastasia and not to underestimate it. I was told to expect to be quite emotional, perhaps even reduced to tears. And before I left my wife added, “don’t drink the water and be careful of what you eat.”

I met Anastasia twice and played for a couple of hours each time. I also ate damn well whatever I pleased and also accidentally drank a little water a couple of times.

I’ve been home three days now. Finally, I’ve gotten around to getting travelers diarrhea. And now, just today, I’ve become emotional about my meeting with Anastasia, tears flowing from my eyes every couple of hours when I think of her.

Procrastination over, time for diarrhea and emotions. Is there a Guinness World Book of Records category for procrastination?