So far, so bad

After a lovely weekend of no schoolwork and lots of fun (and not so fun - paying big bucks to fix my brakes) activities, I decided on Monday to extend that leisure time into another evening. I watched The Wizard of Oz on TNT last night, periodically checking my e-mail and doing other things on the computer, and putting another load into the dryer. After nearly four hours of straight TV-watching, my eyes started to water and my head began to spin. I can't take it like I used to!

But seriously, I'm worried. I know myself. I'm afraid that I'm going to be sluggish about getting a good start on my Mexico research paper before Christmas, and we all know that if I don't get that momentum up before the holidays, afterwards will be hopeless. After all, what could one possibly console oneself with after the joyous occasion of Christmas except for television, movies, shopping with all those lovely giftcards, and (who would have believed it) reading for pleasure? As you will notice, none of these activities involve going to the library, studying, taking notes, or typing.

Thus, on my second day out of captivity (for the semester), I turn with a heavy heart to those copies I had made back in June from the archives in Mexico City. The library books I will have to look up again, as I had to turn them back in for fear of racking up huge overdue fines. However, I still have so much to do in other areas. I need to wrap Christmas presents. I need to send out Christmas cards. Derek and I are hosting a coaching friend of his tonight and tomorrow night for a conference that is in town. How am I to get work done with a guest in the house? Friday I go to Abilene for the weekend for Mom's surgery and a friend's wedding. Next week we leave Wednesday (if all goes well) for our Christmas extravaganza trip...

The more I think about it, the more I begin to rationalize not doing the work. I think that I am a chronic underachiever and procrastinator. Honestly, I think if I went to a doctor, this is what he or she would tell me. I wish there was a cure...