I seem to spend all my todays thinking about tomorrows.
“Tomorrow I’m going to get on the treadmill, because today I feel great. I’m also going to go to Subway tomorrow and get my favorite sandwhich; turkey on wheat, lettuce, heavy on the pickles, heavy on the olives, heavy on the salt and pepper, and heavy on the oil and vinegar. Yeah! That is the plan for tomorrow!”
Today (aka: the tomorrow that came):
“I think I am going to lay here on the couch and find something to watch on TV and take a nap. I really want that subway sandwhich, but it is too fucking cold to go out and I don’t really want to get dressed and “people”. Maybe I will get it tomorrow. I should get my progress reports written out, Sunday will be here before ya know it. SHIT! I have to write out a lesson plan and think of an activity.” *clicks TV on with remote and starts watching Dr. Phil and falls asleep until 2pm.
“Man, I should have went to Subway. I should do my progress reports and lesson plan tonight after the kids go to bed. Fuck it, I’ll do it tomorrow. I wonder if I am getting sick, or if this is just allergies. I feel a bit feverish. Maybe tomorrow I will feel better and get my shit together. Or maybe I will just wonder why the hell I didn’t do anything today/tonight.”
I think I need to get my shit together.