Saying that I excel at procrastination is an understatement. What people don't understand is that it is purely and phenomenally accidental. No, really.
As the daughter of a cogeneration power plant engineer father and a medieval history encyclopedia mother, I am indeed nerdy enough to be interested in pretty much everything. This leads to many things, namely my interest in a little bit of everything and deeply in nothing--and deep inner turmoil about what I'm going to do for the rest of my life!--but that's another rant for another time.
Procrastination. I don't mean to put things off, honestly. I go to look something up. Something else catches my eye. I have to Google that, I think, opening a new tab. Repeat. And repeat again. And again. And--oh look--it's 2 hours later and I have 14 tabs open in my Google Chrome window. In the other window minimized and out of view are another 7 tabs. (It's a sickness.) And I'm not close to being done with any of them. How did I get here? Was I supposed to be doing something? I'm hungry. I'll grab a snack and will probably realize what I meant to be doing while I walk into the kitchen...
Nope.
And so it goes.
This is me. I am a tab-er. Or a tabber. However you want to spell it.
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