Cue the Beastie Boys...
Our Backs Are Now Against The Wall
Listen All Of Y'all
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.
Going for a run. Or the 7:50 a.m. spin class.
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.