I have plenty of things I should be working on right now.

If you're a hard-working person who carefully plans and prioritizes your work, you have every reason to hate me. I would hate me too, if I didn't have to live with myself.

I am a compulsive procrastinator, and I refuse to admit that I have a problem. In fact, I kind of enjoy it.

All my life, people have been trying to convince me to stop procrastinating. Sometimes, I'll even try interventions with myself. Usually when I'm at a stressful breaking point, I will tell myself that I've had enough of this whole charade, that I need to get my act together and start doing things in order of priority... right after I finish this game of Bejeweled...

There are some definite upsides to procrastinating.

Something unexpected and moving from the archives

Monica's Tip of the Day: If, while walking on your treadmill, you spot out of the corner of your eye an unfamiliar 3.5" floppy disk with your maiden name on it (written in somebody else's handwriting, no less) check it out. You might find a gem like this one.

Background: I recognize this as an assignment I wrote for a Magazine Journalism class in college. In case you don't know, Peter Czernek was my father, and he passed away in December 2001 at the age of 59. I do believe that he's still watching over me, and that he may have had something to do with me discovering this article when I was in need of some inspiration today.

I am posting it here as a tribute to him. Perhaps his story will inspire someone else today.