Wasting time

I wonder how much time I waste in a day.

I'm sitting here, watching TV and, yes, stalking Facebook. I have to leave to go to a meeting in 50 minutes. My psych book is sitting open next to me, and I'm thinking "Eh, I don't really have time to read much."

Really? I couldn't get 50 minutes of reading done? Better to play Bejeweled Blitz and drool over Adam Richman (Man v. Food marathon) for 50 minutes? And, I wonder how many times in a day I make the decision that 5, 10, 30 minutes isn't enough to do something, so I don't do it.

Tomorrow it's back to school...I need to become the queen of time management.

Ahh, Discipline...how I miss thee...

I have never been what one would call extremely motivated. I'm not power-hungry or cut throat. In fact, I prefer to do a perfectly average job at most all tasks, doing neither significantly more or less than what is required.

But even I am appalled at my lack of motivation and energy this weekend. It's like my body knows what's coming up next week so it served me up an extra dose of sloth. I did clean some rooms in the house, cooked dinner, read a bit....but that's it. I talked to, I think, two people. I didn't grade anything. No running, no exercise.

I'm the biggest slacker in the world. I've got my anatomy/phys book sitting here in front of me...thought it might be a good idea to read the first chapter before next week. Of course, it's been sitting here since 10:00am. Unopened.

Hopefully at some point in the next seven days, I'll find a bottle of discipline and drain the thing. Otherwise this whole "school" business could very well end in disaster.