When done well, procrastination is high art. The ability to avoid doing truly important things by convincing yourself (and others) that trivial tasks are actually vital is not a light undertaking. It requires focus and commitment to evade working on your taxes by channeling your energy into organizing your pantry shelves thematically (i.e., late night drunk food, quick breakfasts for when you’re hung over, healthy food that you’re never actually going to eat).
And now, thanks to the internet and good wireless service, I can take procrastination to a whole new level by losing hours of my time on the following websites:
Somewhere there is a to-list. I believe that writing for Sauced is actually on that to-do list, but perhaps writing is a convoluted way of avoiding another task that requires my more immediate attention. Like the laundry. Or the effing taxes. But at least now I feel like I’ve accomplished something. Which means it’s okay if I go on Buzzfeed and look at pictures of angry cats . . .right?