It’s not like I’m just sitting here. I mean I’m sitting here but I’m thinking - and I’m thinking and thinking and thinking, and I’m thinking it might be time to do something instead of thinking anymore. Haven’t I thought that before? The art of procrastination is rooted in the skill of self delusion which, if I may brag about myself, I’m quite good at. I’ll do it after a nap. I’ll do it when it warms up. I’ll do it after I start taking anti-depressants. If these were one time events I might actually have to do something, but luckily it cycles and I can *always* do it later.