Why Do I Procrastinate?

I am going to move next door because the school maintenance people have done a fantastic job of refurbishing the place--painted the brown paneling white, put tile in the kitchen, living room, bath room and hall, recarpeted the bedrooms, new counter tops, and put new windows in.  It seems that I have been procrastinating, though, and this evening I realized why.  Contact paper--that marvelous stuff that makes every cabinet clean, (and must have been invented by the devil).  I forced myself to go over to that "new" kitchen, and begin the task of lining shelves.   I measured and cut that treacherous stuff.  Then wedged my shoulders, and then the rest of my torso through cabinet doors while holding a piece of the sticky stuff, trying to keep it from sticking to itself, and no sooner than I was inside that hot, dark cabinet with my glasses sliding down my nose-- it did it.  Yep, two adhesive sides were stuck fast.  I worked my way back out, unstuck the cursed, plastic paper, and did it all over again, and again and again.  I will get this dreadful chore all done tomorrow, and I do hope that there is enough of this maddening stuff to do all the cabinets.  Of course, there may not be enough, because I did finally break down and have a tantrum fit, and wad one length up and throw it, and it felt good!  This is the worst job lining cabinets I have ever done, and I don't even care.  So, as Larry the Cable Guy say, "Git R Done."  Tomorrow is a new day, and after a good bit of coffee I will persevere.