With tweezers aimed…
I asked myself…
What was I doing?
Well duh…
I was on the hunt…
For a black prickly hair…
On my upper lip…
Wasn’t I?
No!
It was more than…
An obsession with plucking.…
It was obsession with…
Procrastinating.
I have a project to get done…
I have bills to pay…
The project, while loving it…
Is daunting…
The bills, while I have the bucks…
Is boring.
And so I find myself mindlessly finding things to do…
Like picking tartar off my teeth…
Analyzing my pores in a magnifying mirror…
(no one should see themselves that close)
Searching on Google again for the lollipop song from the ‘50’s…
That I’m pretty sure I sang to my grandkids…
But for the life of me can’t remember.)
(And it’s not songs by the Chordettes or Millie Small)…
It’s another…
I think.
See what I mean?
I'm procrastinating again.
Do you…
Procrastinate?
Yeah?
What is it that you do to procrastinate?
Always, Em-Musing
2 comments:
Procrastination -- I'm an expert at it.
Online games and google-ing "research" for a new project are my two favorite ways to put off the inevitable.
Love this! You made my eyes tear up at the thought of plucking. Ow!
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