Hi, my name is Lily, and I'm a procrastinator.
If for some reason the definition of 'procrastinator' escapes you, then let me refresh your memory.
A procrastinator is pretty much someone who, when faced with tasks, puts them off until the last possible moment. Whether it's school work, -- that's never a lovely scenario, completing your three hundred point French project, 10pm the day before it's due -- chores, or things like, oh, I don't know, making a bed? They'll be put off until the absolute last minute, kapish?
But about the bed...
Alright, let me give myself some credit here, my bed is a complex animal. In the world of furniture, my bed would probably amount to a cabbybearra with the digestive track of a platypus. It's very much like an onion, albeit a large, fluffy, comfortable onion, but an onion nonetheless. There are about, five different layers that make up my bed, all which need tweaking pretty regularly. And here comes the procrastination part! Let's just say that it takes a lot of work to maintain. A loooooot of work. Occasionally I'll find myself up in the morning, twisted in blankets I didn't even know I had. I'll feel a lump at my feet that wasn't there last night, and I am lying on the feather comforter, which is supposed to lurk beneath my regular comforter.
It is times like these when I know I'll need to re-make my bed.
But of course, being myself, I'll put this off until the last minute, usually five minutes before I go to sleep. For the rest of the time? Oh, I just lay on my absurdly dirty comforter and think about how I should be replacing everything in its natural habitat again. Right now, my onion is a scrambled mess, and my cappyberra/platypus hybrid thing is looking more and more like a pokemon reject.
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