Inertia Strikes...Eventually.
My word, what a subject. I am afraid I will write rather disjointedly and piecemeal as I cannot be bothered to write in a logical and accessible fashion.

I am a serial procrastinator. Like other people on these boards I still have most of my possessions in boxes untouched for years. I still have bank paying in slips from when I was 15 that I haven't yet 'processed' (thrown away) and I only knew about the slips because I dropped a box by mistake when I was moving into my new house.

The new house that I have lived in for a year and I still haven't mowed the lawn. I haven't polyfilled some holes in the wall that were there from when the previous people removed the surround sound speakers. They look terrible. I didn't even know where the boiler was until it packed in the other day and had to get the man out. On the inside of the boiler was instructions to feed some water in every few months which I would have known and saved myself £180 if I had just opened the door and read it.

I have a book in my head that I *write* on the inside of my ears when I am bored or in the car driving. It is perfect. It has a compelling protagonist, interesting yet familiar situations, funny dialogue, several character driven story arcs. I reckon it would be great. I have had the book in my head for 15 years. I haven't even written down the book title down yet.

I have the book 'Crime and Punishment' by Dostoyevski on my bedside table. It is thick with dust and coffee rings. It has been there by my (different) beds for over 9 years.

Just this morning, this very morning, inertia took hold of me and wouldn't let go. I am on vacation at the moment staying at home, and I woke up early. I was desperate to go to the toilet. Desperate. But it was cold. Very cold. So I waited and waited.

Then I waited some more.

Then a little bit of wee came out. I thought I could hold it. Hold. Hold. Then, the inevitable.

Then, and only then, I went to the toilet. Dragging my sheets downstairs. I will wash them eventually. Tonight - the bare mattress.

You know what I need? A bloody big bastard fire lit upside my ass.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Thu 13 Nov 2008, 21:41, 2 replies)

oh no....
powervater, are you me?

this reads uncannily like a description of my own life even down to the unread crime and punishment and the as yet unwritten play about my 'hilarious' life.

ffs I'm even procrastinating now.
(Papa Chocolat, Thu 13 Nov 2008, 21:53, closed)

^
"powervater, are you me?"

I dunno. I will check after this episode of family guy that I can't be bothered to watch properly...

EDIT: I am not going to check.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Thu 13 Nov 2008, 21:59, closed)