Symptoms: Distracted by shiny things, but too damned lazy to get up and see what they are.
Causes: Twitter, Facebook, and a "dysregulation, of certain brain chemicals known as neurotransmitters." (Thank you, WebMD.)
Treatment: Wine and sushi. My doctor* told me so.
*and by doctor, I mean Google. Because if you put the right search terms in, you can get Google to tell you whatever you want to hear. I'm pretty sure Google just wants to get laid.
The fact is that by the time I get motivated to get my act together to do something, I'm so distracted by...oh, the dog needs to go out...that I forget what it is that I'm doing. And then...yes, Sophia, you can have some water...
and crap, that reminder for that appointment is pretty useless since I set it for 15 minutes before, but it takes an hour to get there and I'm still wearing my pajamas and forpetessake Sophia, just eat the cracker.
And I know that my list is growing. I know I need to clear a path through the house so that when Greg is walking on crutches, he won't trip. I know that I need to call the guy about the thing and then get hold of the other guy about the stuff. And I know that I will be living in and out of doctor's offices for the next several days. Yet here, on this day that I have no appointments, I instead chose to write a blog post about how I can't get anything done.
Treatment: Procrastination with a side of nap.**
**I'm going to Google that now for proof.