I have been telling myself for a half an hour now to check the mail. I still haven’t done it. You read that, and you think, jeez, how lazy can you be. Truly, it takes 5 minutes to get from my apartment to the mailbox and back. That’s more than it takes a lot of people, and that’s me taking the direct route. But that has nothing to do with it, nor does it involve the summertime heat, which is certainly a deterrent and something that encourages the nighttime retrieval of mail, which I have been called weird for before, but damn the consequences, heat is hot. No, the real culprit here is that I have been thinking that I need to get the mail but ultimately that it is not the most productive use of my time. So I’ve been taking on other tasks, doing things that are far more productive, because I am fairly sure there is no more work waiting for me inside the little lock box. But, I will keep telling myself to get it because it must be done at some point.
