Procrastination: Day 255, 11:26 a.m.

Today's going to be different. That's what I said last night. That's what I said again this morning. And so far it's...a bit different. Here's why.

7:30 - I didn't actually wake up, but a did hear my alarm before turning it off.

9:42 - I'm up. It turns out that a reciprocating saw makes for a much better alarm clock than my cell phone. My sister's having work done on her place - hence the reciprocating saw, and a further feeling of shame and inadequacy watching my baby sister's life bloom in success as mine continues to swirl around the bowl.

11:17 - The methadone and coffee have finally kicked in. I no longer ache and I think I feel a tiny fragment of motivation within me. I start to move towards the 18" pile of receipts and invoices I have to enter into my big Excel spreadsheet I'm using to prep my overdue taxes.

11:29 - I have the laptop open (obviously), the files in three random files around me, and I thought a wise first step, to warm up the brain and the typing fingers, would be to do a quick blog check (0 comments, 0 readers, not bad for first week) and, while I'm at it a quick post on where I am on the recovery process.

Oh, and The International, starring Clive Owen and Naomi Watts, just started on The Movie Network. But that doesn't matter today's going to be different. I'm seeing my wife and kids tonight and I'm going to tell them what a great, productive day it's been. Today is going to be different.

Today is going to be different.