Excellent tomorrow The Saga of Procrastination : Manana by Iza Deleanu

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language. Background This chapter is a part of a collection of short stories that address our aspirations, but we need to be more committed to achieving them. I struggle with procrastination, and this is my story. "Hey, double, are you up?" "Of course! What's up?" "I am sick!" "Sick of what?" "I am getting close to the fifties, and I am starting to show the symptoms that my ex was showing since the first day of our marriage?" "What the heck are you talking about? I was sleeping, and my mind was still trapped in that awesome dream where I was about to jump in the crystalline water of I don't remember what sea..." "How dare you go for a swim and leave me behind, trapped in this disease?" "Well, when you went to bed last night, you were perfectly fine, except for the blue mood." "I am not fine. Have you noticed that with each year, I am becoming more like my ex?" "Like what? A man in the skin of a woman?" "Nah! I am starting to be affected by the Manana syndrome!" "Ah, yeah, I remember every time you asked him to do something, he said, sure, tomorrow. Our friends used to call him Professor Manana! That was so funny because his tomorrow was never coming... and you always ended up finishing that job because you couldn't wait forever." "Look at me; I said I will start learning English properly..." "Yeah?" "So, I got the books. I put them on my desk..." "And?" "And they are on my desk. End of story." "What?" "Yup, they sit and wait to be opened." "Then go and open them!" "I will." "When?" " Manana!" "Oops! Now I get it!" "Do you know what is the synonym for Manana in English?" "Tomorrow?" "No! It means never!" "You mean, don't take it literally? Explain!" "I bought these books five years ago. I've moved out, and they followed me, end of story! Did I open them? Maybe, when I was trying to teach somebody worse than me English. Don't judge; blind leads the blind kind of thing." "Okay, so what do we do? You indeed have a degree in teaching, but can we call you Professor Manana? That title is taken? Ms. Lazy Don't Wanna Be, it's too obvious. So what do you want to do?" "I don't know! I am lazy, and it's not my fault... it's my age!" "Ha! Ha! Ha! Stop hiding behind that old fart; you are still under fifty; technically, this is the flower power to do anything! So when will you shake that lazy bone and be yourself again?" " Manana?" "Come on!" Author Notes If you are okay with my broken English go ahead and read. This chapter is part of a collection of short stories addressing things that we want to accomplish but we are too lazy to commit to doing it.

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