It's Procrastination, So True

Welp. I've proved myself once again.

Today, I was shopping in a nearby town-- oh heck, not shopping. Browsing. I was browsing at all the random stores we happened to wander into, and it was glorious. By the way, no set plans when browsing is probably the best. It never feels like anything is a let down when you can't afford it. I can just tell myself, "Oh well. You wouldn't have even known if you hadn't wandered in here! But-- now you know for next time!"

So, from egg-themed breakfast joints to chain clothing stores to hole-in-the-wall shops to book stores to co-ops to starbucks-- we hit about every store you could think of. And then a few more.

My favorite moment of it all, was laughing at myself when I realized I was standing directly in front of a shelving unit covered in a plethora of journals and sketchbooks. I had to laugh. What else do you do in a bookstore when you realize that you've LITERALLY started to salivate over a mound of something so useless that you have to make that lil sucking noise with the sides of your mouth to keep the spit from leaking out and leaving me a drooling fool?!?!

Okay, I already know some of you. I know that you've even started to rile up your defense of this so-called "mound of something so useless". Now let me clarify. I say that this is useless because it would be useless for me to spend my money on it. I'm not saying that I don't want to, that I don't desire to, that I don't plot out what purpose each and every book on that shelf has in my life, that I don't reach out to check the pages-- hoping for lined in one book and bare in another. Oh no. That is all a part of my salivating and slurping of spit. No no. I call them useless because I know that my money spent would be useless. I know that the reality is, I have a stack of them at home. All swore to one job title or another. This journal is for wine, that book is for poetry, this one is for songs, and another for wonderful quotes!!!!

Can you guess the last time I wrote in any of them? Yep. Neither can I. I thought to myself, "You can't even keep up a BLOG and you want MORE journals?!? A blog you don't even have to write! You TYPE. You simply spill anything and everything that comes to mind, and you can't even do THAT on a consistent basis. You silly girl."

Don't believe me? Well, I'll let you in on another little secret. Ready??

I almost didn't write this entry. Yep. After all of that self discipline and warning, I still tried to tell myself, "Ehh, maybe tomorrow." But here I am folks!! That's right, I just gave myself a lil fancy-schmancy bow to congratulate myself on writing in my blog.

And tomorrow? (Meaning Tuesday, since it's still evening and we will count this as Monday.) I'll tell you a new story. And if I don't: I'll make you a craft.

The bigger question: Will any of you come back tomorrow to read this?