Just Do It! (later)

So I have a lazy bad habit. I'll procrastinate on the smallest friggin things and lately it's been getting on my nerves. Like, I'll walk by my cellphone that is half-charged and remind myself to plug it in later. I just can't do it at that moment. Or if I see my keys in a weird place I'll say, 'Hey! Dope! You're gonna forget your keys are there. You better put them in a safe spot... later.' Changing the roll of toilet paper takes days. Calling the cable company to complain about a $5.00 charge I didn't deserve? Two week turnaround time.

Anyway, when I'm at home in Brooklyn, I have a kitchen the size of a closet. And every morning I drink like a pot of coff-ay. I make the coffee. Pour the coffee. I take the milk out of the fridge, pour it in the coffee, and then put the milk back in the fridge. Sit at computer. Stare and sip.

But in this Caly place it's not a closet kitchen. It's regular size. With the fridge like all the way across the room. We're talking four maybe six whole steps away!

So this morning I made the coff-ay. Got the milk. Poured it in. And I was about to walk to put the milk back in the fridge when the procrastin-voice in my head said, 'Wait up. Hold up. Don't hike all that way to the fridge. Just put the milk back later. You're coming back here for more coffee in ten minutes, right? So why not just leave the milk out on the counter? Nothing wrong with the milk being a little less cold too!' That kind of made sense. I left it out.

I drank a cup of coffee and went back for the second cup. Had the exact same conversation in my head about putting the milk back. I started to get nervous it was going to curdle in all of 15 minutes. My voice told me I was being ridiculous. Said milk doesn't turn that fast. I wasn't sure. The voice called me a "milk pussy". (I scrunched my eyebrows at the sound of that term). But I left it out.

Third cup of coffay. Now I got serious about putting the milk away. And the voice said, 'Whoa whoa! Take it easy. You just poured a new cup. Relax. You're going to put that empty cup in the sink in like five minutes, right? When you clean up everything. Just put the milk away then. Yknow. All in one swoop. Throw out the grinds. Wash the cup. Wash the pot. Put away the milk. It's a plan. It's called cleaning up. Do it later.' And it made sense to me. I shrugged and left it on the counter.

Needless to say I went out for the day. Never washed out the cup nor the pot. I just got back after being out for six hours. Walked into the kitchen. Threw the keys on the counter. Saw the milk. Looking all sweaty and warm. I stared at milk. Shook my head. Procrastin-voice laughed. Called me names. I questioned myself. I touched the milk. It still felt kinda sorta cool-ish so I finally put it back in the fridge. Maybe six hours didn't kill it? Who knows.

I'll find out tomorrow.

Then I'll look for my keys...

ok bye!
tOdd