Monday, August 23

HoW to: The Art of Procrastination

Ok, where the fuck is my passport.  I know I saw it to take a picture of it only yesterday, or no, it was Saturday already.  And I need it to travel for work tomorrow... grr... the thing has grown legs and walked!  Taken one look at the drear grey vertical wet stripes that is all the weather has to offer today, a liquid chain-mail curtain, and it's decided to burrow like the cat into a cushioned and cosy corner somewhere...
Perhaps it too has an aversion to packing.  I have to be at work for a lift to the airport at 5am, which is a little early even for me.  It means I can't pack in the morning.  So I am procrastinating.  Of course I had to update the TomTom with the latest maps etc.  Because I will be on driving duty as we are travelling to a land where they drive 'an der anderen Seite'; or, what I still call home. 
I probably didn't have to download the Dalek voice to give me driving instructions, but I just pissed myself laughing when it said "Exterminate, exterminate, exterminate... human" and it makes me smile each time I imagine the reaction of my colleague/travelling companion. 
I didn't have to come in and sit straight down to log on at the computer - I mean it had been twenty whole minutes since I logged off at work.  I did remember to get the washing out of the machine and turn on the huge towel rail/radiator in my bathroom & drape my wet clothes over it in an effort to dry at least one pair of jeans for the trip.
And I had to check that e-mail again, the one where I was cyber-dumped.  Weird.  Maybe with cyber naughties out of the way we can be cyber friends...?  Too weird if virtual relationships start following the same dumb pattern as my real ones.
Normally if the cat is hiding somewhere, opening a nice meat-stinky packet of cat food will get him to come running.  I wonder what works on passports?  I'll have my tea and maybe play a facebook game or two while I think about that one.

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