I told myself I could put it off no longer, the laundry. For almost 2 weeks now I have told myself that line I continually rely upon to not get things done: "There's still more time."
There's still time left even now, 4 days in fact. But still better to go ahead and do things now while I had the energy or, at the very least, the intention. So after rolling out of bed at 12h10 and taking my morning shower I headed down to the welcome desk to make an appointment to do laundry.
Now the appointment is writ in stone - or at least cheap black ink - for tomorrow at 14h30, which means I will have to somehow summon up the energy tomorrow to do actually follow through with it. But the promise of clean shirts and clean shirts is enough to make me confident enough to say now that it will be done.
What remains to be seen though is whether or not I actually pick up the French grammar book I bought earlier in the semester and told myself that I would read over break. Maybe tomorrow I will brew a cup of tea and sit next to the window and read.
I say this as if it will really happen, and perhaps it will. What is more likely though is that I will sit down on my bed with my book and tea in hand and I will end up looking out the window at the trees in the parking lot until the book becomes forgotten and my tea grows cold. And afterward I will bring out that time-worn line: "There's still more time."
There's still time left even now, 4 days in fact. But still better to go ahead and do things now while I had the energy or, at the very least, the intention. So after rolling out of bed at 12h10 and taking my morning shower I headed down to the welcome desk to make an appointment to do laundry.
Now the appointment is writ in stone - or at least cheap black ink - for tomorrow at 14h30, which means I will have to somehow summon up the energy tomorrow to do actually follow through with it. But the promise of clean shirts and clean shirts is enough to make me confident enough to say now that it will be done.
What remains to be seen though is whether or not I actually pick up the French grammar book I bought earlier in the semester and told myself that I would read over break. Maybe tomorrow I will brew a cup of tea and sit next to the window and read.
I say this as if it will really happen, and perhaps it will. What is more likely though is that I will sit down on my bed with my book and tea in hand and I will end up looking out the window at the trees in the parking lot until the book becomes forgotten and my tea grows cold. And afterward I will bring out that time-worn line: "There's still more time."
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