Some things never change

Hi. My name is Evil Twin #1...

Hello ET#1

...and I am a procrastinator.

Even though I knew I had a month to write my report on Daniel Boone for Ms. Watson's fifth grade social studies, I remember the front cover of my rendition of his biography still moist and flexible since the glue stick had not dried yet when I handed it to her. (I had assembled it during our math quiz) A month ago when my advisor asked me for my comments on a paper that I was supposed to review, I e-mailed them to him at 4:59pm the day they were due.

The book club I belong to, assigned the "History of Love" as the book for November. We were given one whole month to finish.

Week One
I look on Amazon.com for any used copies of the book. Have food poisoning and am out of commission for every activity for the rest of the week.

Week Two
Forget to go to library to see if I can just borrow the book. Forget that I even have to read a book for bookclub. Go to SS's house for game night. Am reminded by everyone there that we have a book to read. However, am relieved when it is revealed that two other people also have not purchased the book yet.

Week Three
Fresh of my game night reminder, I go back onto Amazon.com only to realize that it is too late to buy it off the internet. Vow to go to Booksmith. Even go as far as to leave work early one night to make it before the store closes. Get distracted by meeting friend on the street and go out to dinner instead.

Week Four
Things start to get crazy at school. Contamination runs rampant. Go out Friday and Saturday nights. Decide to leave book for the next weekend.

Friday (48 hours before we meet)
I attend a science symposium at our school. Endure many bad talks. Enjoy a few. Go to the reception to symposium for some awkward socializing. Need to wash science geekiness off of me. Convince lab people to go out for a beer. End up drinking more than one beer.

Saturday (24 hours before we meet)
Still attending symposium. It goes on from 9am to 5pm. Make an ass of myself at lunch when I tell one of the speakers about a paper, and she informs me that I am citing her work. Ooops. Also, attempt to make use of time being spent in the building by doing one simple experiment in the lab. Somehow things go awry and am forced to stay until 8pm. Am hungry so go out for Indian takeout with H.

Saturday night (14 hours before we meet)
Rush to the Booksmith before they close. Am talking to ET#2 on my cell phone. I say, "Don't you think it is ridiculous that I am 30, and I am so set in my ways that I'm going to pull an all nighter to finish a book for a club." The boy wearing a tweed jacket and a multistripe scarf and is walking a few paces in front of me, turns around and starts laughing. I am hoping his friends said something funny.

I run into the store and ask a clerk for the book. He replies, "This one?" while picking up a book right next to the register. Yay! I start reading at about 11pm. Have a hard time concentrating due to already using my brain to listen to speakers earlier that day. Skim through to then ending frantically.

Sunday morning (4 hours before we meet)
Get ready to go on a run with D and S. During the run, we talk about nonsense and therefore the majority of what I remember about the book is left somewhere on the esplanade in exchange for knowledge about Japanese artwork detailing squid and women in compromising poses.

By the time I got to SS's house, I was an hour late. Of course, I did not get in trouble for not reading the book well. Its not like this is high school. Except I still can't understand why I just did not start reading the damn thing 4 weeks ago or skip reading it all together.

I really am going to have to start my own support group: Procrastinator's Anonymous.