Actually, I do know better.
What do I know better, you may well ask.
I know better than to put off doing what I know has to get done unless I want my life to be a living hell tomorrow. In this case, getting everything ready for the conference I am running registration for starting tomorrow evening.
And yet. Here I sit. Playing games on Pogo, on Facebook and writing a blog.
For fuck’s sake. I have dishes to do. I have to pack clothes, drugs, makeup. I have to put together the office supplies I’ll need, not to mention putting the badges together and labeling envelopes.
And yet, I’m still typing. What is the matter with me?
I know I will regret this (a lot) tomorrow; but right now, I just can’t. I’ve had a long day.
I’ve been told I have chondromalacia in my knee – it means the cartilage between my kneecap and my femur has eroded, plus I have some osteoarthritis there, and part of my meniscus is frayed. I’ve never had knee trouble before. Well I feel like I hit the fucking jackpot. And there’s not a whole lot to be done besides ice, cortisone shots, and physical therapy.
Did I mention the cortisone shot gave me diarrhea? Really bad diarrhea?
So I am being a big spoiled baby and not facing up to my responsibilities and duties just now.
The knee stuff isn’t that bad, I know. I’ll put it into perspective tomorrow, okay? I’ll put it in perspective as I run around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to pack and get organized and mostly cursing myself for not doing more yesterday.
The good news is, I have the vocabulary to do a great job cursing myself out.