Procrastination CENTRAL

I have located procrastination central...it is in my room, in the silence sitting in my bed. The books that I intend to read tonight are scattered about, some of which need to be read before I can go to my first meeting tomorrow. But am I reading them, for some reason no. I think this is the behavior that drove my mother crazy all through my high school years...either sitting around, or completely wasting time until I am up against the wire.

I had myself convinced this behavior was gone, but alas it has returned. Hmm, maybe I should paint my nails, or read some e-mails, talk on the phone...oh my goodness WHERE DID THE LAST 2 HOURS GO?!?!?