How (NOT) To Get Things Done

I’m very annoyed with Two-Hours-Ago Me, who chose to read a book after dinner.

I just came in to the kitchen and found that the dishes aren’t done.

So I guess Two-Hours-Ago Me thought it would be OK to just shove this job off onto Future Me. It seemed OK to her.

But now that I AM Future Me, I see the problem.

The dishes did not, in fact, do themselves.

Surprise, surprise.