Saturday, July 30, 2005
I've finally found a way to make the luggage-picking-up train leave procrastination station:
My sister has kindly agreed to meet me halfway tomorrow, thereby cutting my six-hour luggage trip into a two- or two-and-a-half-hour one.
That I can handle much, much more easily than the "drive there, drive back, drive to work" plan that I'd previously instated and thrice put off.
I need a procrastination icon.
| 9:39 AM |
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