Procrastinitis

I suffer from a rare form of procrastination that I call the "toothpick in the logjam." There's usually one small task that would be easily accomplished, but remains uncompleted. Meanwhile, much larger, more important tasks begin to pile up behind that one small task. For instance, that Caesar paper in college hinged on picking up a book I'd placed on reserve at the library. I never seemed to remember to pick it up, and thus actual, you know, research in other books went unstarted, the topic remained un-narrowed, the notes for the paper went unwritten, and the paper itself incomplete for nearly 18 months.

So, I'm not apologizing for leaving a dumb joke of a post at the top of the page. I'm the victim here, unable to post until I get something off my chest. I've been reading hilarious and interesting stuff this last week. Having off-line adventures I could tell you about. Listening to music that gets me more and more excited to be in Iowa City, and more and more excited about the upcoming trip to Chicago. All these things are on hold until I type out seven very little words.

But--and here I'm still dallying--I just wanted it to be right, like I want everything else to be just right. My proposal to Nicole was not well-planned or well-timed and is a subject for another time. This actually makes me feel better. Why should I put more time and thought into saying these seven words to you than I put into asking my wife to marry me? There. That will make this easier.

Okay. Here we go. I'm really going to type it out. And not link to the guy who finally traded his paper clip for a house in Saskatchewan or to Operation Storm Panther, Dance 1 from the Super Secret Dance Society, or to Good Hodgkins' pair of threads that are great examples of why the internet is really not the best forum for discussion. All of this will have to wait because I'm just going to type it. Right now. On the count of three. One. Two.

Three.

Nicole and I are having a baby.

There. Okay. It's really real.

Of course, didn't most of you already have it guessed? I guess I still needed to say it. All right. Here we go. The toothpick's out.

Comments

[Jeff]

That seems to be going around these days. The baby part. The procrastination is a given in my neck of the woods. Congrats to you guys. It's a fun, strange, educational trip you're about to take. I have about a month more on the road before arriving at the promised destination and I can't wait. By the way, make sure you have a good set of allen wrenches. You'll find out why soon enough.

[Mary]

Congratulations!

[Jason]

Congratulations to you both!

CONGRATULATIONS, AGAIN.

WELCOME BACK, CREEKSIDE....WE MISSED YOU.

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[TJ]

Thanks, everybody. We're pretty excited. Allen wrenches I've got. Money? Not so much.

[Justin]

Congrats to you and the Insanely Hott Wife!

[TJ]

Word.

[Grendel]

That's one hell of a toothpick! Official congratulations to you both!

[TJ]

Thanks, Grendel. I was worried people would think I thought the pregnancy was just a toothpick. Specifically, that the Insanely Hott Wife would think that.