I lie to myself about time all the fucking time.
Literally, every damn day.
It goes something like this:
*looks at heaping pile of fabric, mentally cuts out and constructs costume in head, looks at calendar, looks back at fabric*
“Eh…I’ve got plenty of time.”
*goes back to writing/reading, looks up at heaping pile of fabric a week later and begins frantically cutting and sewing and staying up until stupid o’clock to get it done on time*
Replace heaping pile of fabric with literally anything and everything else that I have to do, and the problem becomes painfully apparent.
Someday, I’ll learn.
(No I won’t. That’s a lie, too.)
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