Okay, I'm going to make myself put my sheets on my bed now.
After three days of walking past my clean sheets in a basket with other clean clothes, I am finally going to put them on my bed. Why does a task so simple make itself exponentially larger in my brain? It's going to take 3 minutes. Yet I decide to write a post about how I'm planning to put them on my bed. I'm sure it could have been done by now. Or even now. Definitely now after proof reading. And re-reading after proof reading. Okay.