wound up tighter than a 7 day clock

it's past 10 on a sunday night and i should be long in bed.
i'm getting up at 5 tomorrow no matter what and i'm forcing myself not to be pissy.
i'm forcing myself to get to work at 7am, no excuses, no playing around.
i suddenly am faced with a never ending list to do.

i am the world's worst procrastinator.
and i say that i'm not going to be this way and yet i always am.
it's probably the most maddening thing about me.

the only reason i'm going to get this paper written next week is because i'll be staying with a good taskmaster.
he is good for me.
i know this. he does help me stay organized and focused, and that is probably why i haven't had any cracks or breaks lately in the matte finish i try to maintain ...

so i will get the paper done at least.

i just keep thinking that someday there has to be an end to the endless list of to do.
when does that occur?
when does that happen?

i guess when it does i may be bored ...
so i'll be thankful now for the things i have to do.