deadlines and dragonflies

Deadlines are a bust. It seems like no matter how smart I am and how much I prepare myself for whatever it is, I always get stuck with the worm. It's procrastination. I'm starting to believe it's a real disease. And I think there is a cure.

What would life without procrastination look like? Would it be all feathers and candies? Sunny days on the beach with popsicles and volleyball? I think that even if I lived in this blissful world, I would stop mid-stride and think, "isn't there something I'm supposed to be working on right now?" It's probably good I wasn't born under a silver spoon, because I'm sure my moaning and groaning would have caused severe tarnish by now.