The word of my day is procrastination, to put off intentionally and habitually.
An old enemy and friend of mine, more common in my life since I finally have access to cable television.
I’d tell you its etymology, but I’ll do that later.
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Just kidding. Procrastinate (and, by extension procrastination) is an old word, from the Latin procrastinatus, derived from pro-, meaning forward and crastinus, of cras, meaning tomorrow. I’m kind of comforted by the thought that even the ancient, dusty and scholarly language of Latin has a word that is pretty close to procrastination. It makes me feel somehow less alone in this world, as if procrastination is an ancient human trait I shouldn’t feel guilty about.
