I sit here at the computer looking up old, self-indulgent articles by Elizabeth Wurtzel, and I don’t feel like I’m procrastinating. That is, I totally am procrastinating, bugged with the feeling that I have a TON to accomplish, but I have no idea what those things are.
It’s like an itch in my brain that is constantly nagging, but I can’t get at it.
I try; I swear I try. I write down to-do lists almost daily, but it’s like they evaporate as soon as I save them in Notepad. I have this dreadful anxiety about the Things. That. Must. Get. Done. NOW. But I have no real concept of what those things ARE.
So, I go to lunch. I read books I’ve read a thousand times. I watch Judge Judy. And I drive myself just a leetle bit crazy.