Oops I did it again...the Wednesday edition

It's 11:15, kids are at school, I took my meth at 9:30 and now I'm blogging to keep up my new daily routine. With luck I'll have enough momentum after to do some work on my taxes, untouched now for a week.

Ahhh, but there's a catch. My weekly psychiatrist appointment is today at 1:00 and I have to leave at 12:00...in 45 minutes. In other words, no taxes happening before my appointment (or after, if history tells us anything).

And there we have it...negotiating out of my taxes again, avoiding the inevitable for another 24 hours, my only real daily routine for months. Like many Wednesdays gone by, I've let 60 minutes torpedo a whole day working on the biggest problem facing my family, my marriage, my future, my life. If you're keeping score, it's something like Gord - 275, Gord - 0.