Singing a Song

This morning my ADHD is raging. I am avoiding packing for Boston because it is so overwhelming. You wouldn't think putting clothes, shoes and toiletries and other crap in a suitcase would be so hard. But it is. It is hard because before I can do that I must do everything else: clean the house, wash all the linens, shop, do every dirty stitch of laundry, clean out a closet, buy new contact paper for the kitchen cabinets, make meals to freeze, make lists when I never make lists, wash the dog, try on all my clothes--even the cocktail dresses, blog . . .

And while I have been thinking and doing everything else  but what I need to be doing I have been singing a song. I've just been walking around my house, still in pj's, singing it. I've been humming the tune since I got up this morning at 6 am. Finally around 8am I realize I can't even remember how the original song goes because I've been singing my version. In fact I can't even remember who sings the song or the real title of the song I am singing. And I certainly can't call someone and say, Hey listen...and hum the tune for them. Then ask them the name of the song and who sings it because I am so tone deaf that I can't replicate the song I am hearing in my head. I know this because I've been in this situation before and no one ever knows and they just laugh at me. I am THAT tone deaf. Yes, it is embarrassing. But sing still I do!

So I waste 30 minutes with my best friend Google trying to find the correct version of the song I am singing.The only things I know about the song is that it is from the 70's,--I think. I am certain it is sung by a woman. I am almost positive that my mom owned a record (ha!) with this song on it and  use to sing it when she once upon a time played the guitar. I do contemplate calling my mom and I do know that she will probably be able to figure it out for me but that will be last resort. I am not ready to be made of yet this morning. I am on edge, Fragile, even. I am trapped under an imaginary giant and disorganized pile of clothes, shoes, toiletries and make up that I must squeeze and organize into a teeny tiny carry on suitcase.

But I found it! All on my own! Yay! Success! Accomplishment!

First though, this was the lyrics I was singing:

Procrastination, Procrastinaaaayaytion
It's making me late
Keepin' my crazzzzyyy
tomorrow. ....
lalalalalalallablahblahblah..... Procrastination!

Based on that can you guess the original?

I was so close with my first search of "Infatuation" and Joni Mitchell.

But then Carly Simon popped in my head and viola!




Anticipation. Procrastination. It really is just semantics.