I'm good at making deadlines. In this business, I'd better be. But I don't really believe in getting things done with time to spare. Even with the best of intensions to get things finished early, I can't seem to do it. Pressure junky? Maybe. That would make some amount of sense. Perhaps I'll delve into that some day. But for now, I figure as long as I get things done on time, it's not a problem. It's just a fact of my life.

Still, there are times when I amaze even myself at the lengths to which I will go to avoid work.

Monday night was a prime example. I actually watched -- and I can't believe I'm admitting this -- My Super 16: The Movie on MTV. Yes, you read that right. I'm not proud of it, but there it is. Sad, I know.

My mom always says you've hit bottom when you'll scrub the toilet to avoid work. I think I've found a new low.

She called to check in, as mothers are wont to do, and while I was loathe to answer the seemingly innocuous question, "What are you doing?" I did.

"You're kidding," she said in that tone she has, somewhat incredulous with an ever-so-slight edge of condescension.

"Well, as least you're not scrubbing the toilet," she said, hoping I
hadn't sunk so low.

"No," I answered. "I already did that."

There it was. I'd scrubbed the toilet, scooped the cat box, looked at laundry. I didn't actually do the laundry. I opted for the movie instead. Laundry, at least, would have been productive. We can't have that.

What's even worse, I didn't actually hate the movie. I mean I sat there the whole time, thinking "I can't believe I'm watching this."

But it wasn't horrible. It wasn't the train-wreck-can't-look-away show that spawned it. It was more like something you'd see on the Disney Channel, one of those Disney Original Movie things. (And the fact that I know that is fairly sad, too.)

I'm not saying the movie was good, but I've seen worse.

Now I'm defending myself. Maybe it's time to get help. Or just get to work.

At least I got a blog out of it.