Sabotage

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This Is Sabotage

It's 8:03 a.m. and I am in bed, on my laptop. I've been up since 6:30 a.m.

Can someone please tell me the psychology behind NOT getting up and being productive? I mean, I have shit to do, and could have gotten a lot of it done in the last hour and a half.

Shit like: 

Going for a run. Or the 7:50 a.m. spin class.

Dusting.

Finding my missing "big" coffee pot, packed away in the garage somewhere, a victim of staging.

Watering gardens before oppressive heat sets in.

Cooking hot food for breakfast for the first time in .... a year? maybe?

And that's just the tip of the iceberg, wherein iceberg is a floating mound of frozen shit to do to get ready for tomorrow's open house.  Instead of accomplishing shit? I will loaf and lounge, and then at about 4 pm? I'll start going apeshit and all OMG I HAVE SO MUCH SHIT TO DO! WOE IS ME! I do believe this is called self-sabotage.

I'll get started in just a minute... I just need to log on to Facebook and check Perez Hilton. Then I'm getting up. I swear.

Speaking of the open house, on a scale of 1-10, how much to hell am I going for stretching the truth in this scenario: if a friend may have said to me, "wow, if your house was $100k less, I'd totally buy it," could that translate into:

POTENTIAL BUYER:  Are you flexible at all on the price?

ME: Well, somewhat flexible, though we do have one offer that we're considering.

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