Procrastination...Friend or

I didn't even have time to finish the title... Well, don't we all claim to have this friend called procrastination?    I have known this fellow since I was about 12 and had to write my first term paper.  Term paper, do we even use that term (pun intended) anymore?  What the heck is a term paper anyway?  I guess it literally means a paper due this term.  I am smart like that you know, smart as a whip.

Anyway, I think I am procrastinating about writing about procrastination.  I hope you are still with me, if not, thanks for stopping by.  If you are, I promise to get to the point.  I am on spring break from my master's classes, not from my own class.  My professors think it's cool to give us umpteen (spell check said it is a real word) papers to write over spring break, because we aren't on spring break from work.  Oh, ok, look at me writing away, hahaha.  Hence, the title and my procrastinating self.  

I attempted to make a template for one of the papers.  I put some paperwork together to start another paper, but it is sitting here next to me on my bed.  I think it fell asleep.  I won't bother it right now, let it rest.  After all, it's spring break.  I have ideas in my head, but the other stuff in my head keeps bullying the ideas.  I am not getting involved, I am a lover not a fighter.  My husband is now laughing at the lover part, but that is a story for another day.

I truly can't think about writing anything (well, except this post, apparently) with my grandma in the hospital.  I want to thank those of you who have sent me good thoughts and prayers, we need them, badly.  Grandma hasn't woken up and we did call in hospice today, so I guess it's a matter of time. I hope procrastination takes hold of that time, so I can hold on to grandma a few more days.  

So, I guess I might not be procrastinating at all.  I might be thinking, no, I am thinking of grandma all of the time.  I even told my students about her. They want me to take their 100 day projects to her to cheer her up.  I cried. They said I could keep them after grandma sees them so I could cheer up.  I cried some more.  I am a mess.  Ok, this isn't procrastination at all.  I thought it was, but it isn't.  

It is rambling.  Talking on and on with no point.  Rambling and Procrastinating at the very same time.  I am forever talented.  I hope you laughed at this silly post.  I did.  It got me through ten minutes of no tears. But....

I still don't want to write my papers.