It’s 1:54 p.m. here in sunny San Diego. This morning at 8 I wrote my to do list, carefully highlighting the things that MUST be finished today. I’ve been cranking most of the day, and now I’m down to three items that are staring at me in yellow:

  • Write a proposal for a PR campaign. The proposal was due on Friday. Sigh. I hate writing proposals.
  • Finish a newsletter. Not much to do here, but I probably have another hour’s worth of work to do on it, and I’m avoiding it. It needs to be finished by close of business.
  • Do a couple of small jobs for one of my regular clients. It’s daunting to me because I have to scour my old emails to figure out exactly which tasks these are.

For the past 100 minutes, I’ve done all that I can to avoid doing these last three items. I mean everything. I made more coffee, stretched my calves on the front steps of my building, mopped my hardwood floors, threw the ball for the cat, cleaned off my desk…. Why is it that those last few items really kill you?

Update… it’s now 2:38, so I just added 44 minutes to my procrastination clock. Argh!

Another update… it got worse. I posted this, checked my blog stats, then watched a video of a baby hamster eating broccoli.