If death was knowingly around the corner I would be kicking myself with frustration due to the extent I allowed procrastination to rule my everyday. Sadly, this is not a new thought. It's a habitual thought, much like going to the internet to waste time or snacking as a hobby or peeing because of over consumption of water. Quite frankly, I am getting to the point where I worry that procrastination will always be my mistress and my out of shape, underachieving, "jack of all trades-master of none" self will be the trophy venereal disease of our never ending love affair.
God, give me a constructive kick in the ass...