This is true. I am a procrastinator of the highest order. For example, I should have written this in the blog much earlier today. I am actually right now working on tomorrow's Tuesday Morning Blend but am procrastinating by writing here. It's a sickness, man.
The thing is, I was never really ever punished for my procrastination. I always managed, with a little difficulty, to get things done at the very last minute. I would cram for tests while walking to the classroom - & do just fine. I would write papers in college - by hand - an hour before class. I got decent grades. & tonight, I should finish up & get a decent night's sleep because I have a radio show at seven a.m. But will I? Heck no! I'm still listening to stuff I may play! I'll get four hours tops!
This is my fiftieth year. I am getting a little forgetful now. Here are two words I couldn't immediately bring to mind recently: hypothetical &... Well, I've now forgotten the other one. It's on the tip of my tongue. I can't remember it though.
But if you want to hear me recite the lyrics to "Tangled Up In Blue" - both the Blood On The Tracks & The Bootleg Series versions - & even compare & contrast - I can still do that. Most of the time.
In fact, let's do that now! I don't need to finish this blog for another three hours or so. & then, even if it's Tuesday, I can just change the date. It lets you do that! Isn't that cool? Early one mornin' the sun was shinin', I was lyin' in bed...
Oh man. The punishment for procrastination is coming, I can feel it. But. I hope I can put it off a little longer.