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Procrastination Station.

If you know me at all, you'll know that in the past I've been a terrible procrastinator. I come by it honestly, just ask my mother, but it's not exactly a desirable trait. When I was young, it was homework that got left to the last minute (sometimes literally, cut to Little Gabs scrawling the final sentences on a paper as it's getting passed forward for collection) and now it's housework or Grown-up Crap like getting my motorcycle collected for repairs.

Yup, you heard me, best friend who for the purposes of this blog we'll title BFG (that's Big Friendly Geek to those of you not in the know). I just called to get the bike collected. The bike that broke down about a month ago, and I've been talking about having it fixed at least three times a week ever since. That bike. The roadside assistance guy is on his way now, and I will finally be back on two wheels instead of riding the Big Red Things (buses, as the BFG refuses to call them in his utter abhorrence of all things public transport).

I love my motorcycle. Don't get me wrong, it's a piece of junk grey import and will eventually cost me more in repairs than it cost to buy it in the first place, but I love the freedom of getting places without relying on the tubes to run as scheduled. I love weaving in and out of traffic and seeing the frustrated faces of four-wheeled commuters as I make it to my final destination before they're even out of their neighbourhoods. I love the look on little girls' faces when they realise it's not a boy riding the sporty little red bike with the loud motor.

I think my New Year's resolution will be to procrastinate less, and to just get things done when they crop up instead of waiting until they're driving Himself crazy. Like putting away the clean laundry before the piles threaten to topple and bury us both, only to be found when the smell bothers the neighbours. I'm sure I'll get around to making those resolutions sooner or later. Right now, it's bike time.

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