Mission 012 - Clocking on

I think we all know that I'm supposed to be writing an essay instead of doing a new post. Well, we do now.
My essay is already late, and here I am procrastinating. I am stupendously talented at procrastination, a talent which I believe is common to many famous writers. Or do I just want to believe that my procrastination makes my success as a writer imminent? Somehow I don't think it works like that.
Anyway, it means that I am late for many things, because I put things off until they absolutely must be done. That goes for almost everything. It even included my own wedding, where I booked the registrar about 3 weeks beforehand, so I had to take the only one available. At the wedding, said registrar sank her glass of Champagne in a flash, then nicked someone else's for a chaser. She was also seen swigging from a hip flask before the ceremony.
What can I say - if I'd chosen earlier I may have gotten someone sober, but I'm sure they would not have provided those cherished comedy moments.
However, not all my procrastination leads to comedy. My morning 'I can't bear to drag myself away from my pillow, I think I'll just give it another 5 minutes,' leads me to be, on average, half an hour late to work every day. (This has been the case for most of my working life.) Of course, I stay there late, and I'm not very productive in the morning anyway (poor excuse, I know), but wouldn't it be nice if I turned up when everyone else does for a change?
So from tomorrow, my new mission is: to be on time for work for at least a week. Oh dear; my heart sank when I wrote those words. It means leaving the house at 7:40am. It really is not my cup of tea, but if I can do that, it's a step towards becoming less of a procrastinator. And then I'll be more on track to finish writing my book.
But first I need to write an essay.