Tikkabik

I know it sounds like a Steven Wright bit, but I swear to God it's true.

I bought a book on how to overcome procrastination six years ago. I still haven't read it.

When I sit down and really think about it, I have two overwhelming problems: Procrastination and disorganization. I'm not sure how it came to be this way.

Well, I've always owned procrastination. I can remember plenty of times in high school when I'd be pulling an all-nighter cramming for an exam or writing a report because I'd blown it off all together up until then. But organization is a different story. Near as I can tell, it happened about the same time Bonnie and I started living together. Now, I don't say this to blame Bonnie in any way -- it just seems to be an infection that's taken root with me too. But she's the first person to tell you that she's disorganized, to the point where she's convinced she's got ADD.

Before we met, I was meticulously organized. My CDs and books were in alphabetical order, by composer, performer or author (then subcategorized by title). I kept trays of incoming and outgoing correspondences and bills. All of my receipts, warranty information and other data was organized in a filing cabinet.

Now, looking around my office, I feel as if it's been ransacked by Algerian terrorists, and ordinarily I'd blame my kids -- only this time I know I have to own it. Boxes are strewn everywhere. Piles of paper, CD-ROMs and receipts are collected in almost every horizontal location available. Bundles of correspondences are stuffed in plastic bags.

I really have to get my shit together one of these days. Not today though.