She had a three-day weekend with big plans to get a lot of things accomplished. One of those things was to go to the grocery store to pick up seven items, the exact number of items she needed to prepare a hot dish and some home baked cookies. On Thursday evening she worked the short and uncomplicated trip to the grocery store into her schedule.
Friday, Day 1: The plan for The Master and her husband’s day: A) talk to a tech savvy person to learn about smart TVs because cable is such a burden, B) buy some foam to re-seat a chair, C) visit Half-Price Books to sell and buy, D) have lunch at a place for which they had a 20% off coupon, E) stop at the grocery store for the seven items she needed. By the time they were done eating their enormous (but delicious) hamburgers The Master was in no mood to go to the grocery store and instead went home and took a nap. “I can go tomorrow after I visit my parents,” she said.
Saturday, Day 2: With her shopping list of seven items in her back pocket The Master headed out to her parents’ house, after which she would stop at the grocery store. She spent time catching up with her parents while simultaneously developing a massive headache. (This wasn’t a cause-effect thing, just a coincidence.) By the time all the chatting was done The Master couldn’t bear the thought of going to the grocery store with a screaming headache, so she went home and took some drugs to ease the pain, once again neglecting her seven grocery items. “I can go tomorrow morning before the church-goers pile in to buy their Sunday morning doughnuts,” she said.
Sunday, Day 3: The Master opened her eyes at 7:30 a.m. and thought about beating the Sunday morning rush at the grocery store. She laid in bed and visualized herself fixing her hair, getting dressed, and heading to the store to buy her seven items. Then she visualized herself staying at home all day relaxing, because she’d been taught from a very early age that Sunday is Fun Day. There was no pressing need to go to the store so she thought, “I’ll stop at the store tomorrow on my way home from work.” She subsequently spent her day doing exactly what she wanted to do and nothing more.
Such is the life of The Master Procrastinator. She did eventually go to the store and bought her seven items, but forgot what recipes they were for. “I’ll figure that out tomorrow,” she said.
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