I think I am very good with deadlines. I mean, I always do submit everything I need to by the time I am supposed to. Not that I actually do get to work on said things with a lot of time until the deadline. Nope. I usually work on them, say, the day before I'm expected to deliver it. Maybe a few hours prior to mailing it to whomever (if I am feeling exceptionally daring that day). And yes, I am quite aware what a bad habit that is. And I swear to whatever deity you want me to that I tried changing it. But my brain did have a good argument against it. It went more of less like this:

“So, why exactly do you want to change that specific habit?” Said my logical part.

“'Cuz it is a bad one.” Said my not-so-logical moral part.

“Maybe. But it works just fine.”

“It does not work just fine. I am always full of pending assignments and what not.”

“With different dates. It is very rare for two or more things to be delivered on the very same day. Plus it ultimately doesn't matter when you do something if you need to do it at some point anyway. It is time and energy wasted all the same. You don't really change anything by doing it before or after. In fact, if anything, you could change it by doing it later, maybe it is cancelled, maybe you die, maybe the apocalypse begins. Who knows, it is a world of possibilities.”

“That is a very, very bad argument. Stupid even.”

“No, it is not. You want to know what is a bad argument? Not learning how to cook today, because you could do it tomorrow. Now that is something that could considerably improve your quality of life. Better nutrition and all that. Maybe even get your symptoms to show up less often or be less serious.”

“You don't know that for sure.”

“Nah, but I do know you will die much sooner with the amount of noodles and salt you ingest. So how about worrying about things that actually matter? Like your health?”

So, that is it. After being sassed by my own conscience I pretty much agreed that my motto would continue to be "don't do today what you could do tomorrow". And no, I am not crazy. I talk to myself when I’m trying to figure something out, but doesn’t everyone else do that? At least I do it in my head, not out loud like a maniac. And most of the times that sort of conversation happens during a bath, you know a relaxed mind having an epiphany. It is actually a very interesting physiological phenomena that involves the… I’m getting sidetracked here.

Back to the main issue, although I did think everything would be alright with my lazy ass, right now I’m not quite sure of it. And I’m actually considering getting a lobotomy or something, because I hate my brain.