Yup, I'm late for my Tote Bags 'n' Blogs post today. Thankfully, due to the fact I live in New Zealand (which, in case you didn't know, is about three days ahead of the rest of the world) this will probably go up just before the clocks strike midnight, so I might sneak by on a technicality!
Anyway, in honor of my slackness I thought I would talk about diaries and how they just refuse to work for me. And it's not like I don't try and make them work, because I do. Every year I buy a lovely new diary, and with good intentions in hand, I start to fill it out. Some years I even use my neat writing. However, without fail by the time April hits the diary is buried under a pile of bills (which probably would've been paid if only I had looked in that diary!) and once again my world is reduced to chaos. The weird thing is that in life I'm very punctual. To me, not being early is being late, but for some reason I can't apply this rather pedantic approach to any other part of my life.
And don't worry, people have tried to help me. One of my cps is a list writer from way back and she is always talking to me about the joys of crossing things off. Apparently a warm fuzzy feeling is connected to the task and she has even been known to write things on the list (after the fact) just so she can cross them off. However, like diaries, I've tried the list thing - actually I think I've even put lists in my diary from time to time, but the truth is that I'd rather get my warm fuzzies from watching David Boreanaz and eating chocolate.
So the moral of the story is, if you want me to do something promptly then you really need to ask between January and March because after that it's all downhill!!!!
Fairy Bad Day - March 2011
Zombie Queen of Newbury High - chosen for the NYPL Stuff for the Teen Age 2010