When it comes to procrastination, most of us are quick to acknowledge problem and are s...l...o...w... to do something about it. I surf over to dictionary.com and look up definition of procrastination, hoping it means something other than I'm lazy.

pro·cras·ti·nate: v. intr. To put off doing something, especially out of habitual carelessness or laziness.

v. tr. To postpone or delay needlessly.

Hmmm... this is getting serious. I better stop shillyshallying and get some help. Didn't realize I was delaying needlessly.

Off I go in search of solutions to my problems. It doesn't matter that it's now lunch time - no point in delaying. Ignoring my grumbling stomach, I search relentlessly for magic pill to make me stop procrastinating. You see, this isn't first time I've procrastinated but I'm hoping it will be last.

Speaking of writing, I can sum up my feelings at this moment by saying, "I hate my computer."

Perhaps, you may think word "hate" a little too strong. Under normal circumstances, I would agree wholeheartedly. These, however, are not normal circumstances by a long shot.

And, believe me, I've been tempted to do some shooting.

Usually, I'm good-natured, and easily get along with everyone around me. I go out of my way to be nice and courteous to people.

At grocery store, I always hold door open for people; on highway, I always yield to other driver, without employing hand gestures; and in a restaurant ,I always smile at waitress, no matter how much she messes up my order.

However, everything and everyone has a limit — and I have reached my limit in this matter. The new near has barely gotten underway and already a snag has raised its ugly head in my direction and grinned. And boy, do I despise that grin.

This snag, to put it mildly, has to do with my computer. Oh, how I miss my old typewriter at times. It was such a faithful companion to me in my work. Rarely did it disappoint me or let me down. It always responded to slightest touch of my fingers.

Then sad day came when I traded my old reliable typewriter in for a computer. At time, I thought I had upgraded into heaven. I did not know I was setting myself up for a crash. How could I? Everyone told me a computer would solve all my problems.

In beginning, it lulled me into a false sense of competency. It actually made me believe I was in control of my computer. And, for a while, it looked like I was.

This past week I was working on several projects. With my computer, I can have three projects open at same time and work on them simultaneously. I was working on my Sunday sermon, my weekly column and a fantastic article I was writing for a magazine.

I was in high heaven, going from one project to another and making wonderful progress. In fact, I was having such a great time that I forgot to save any of my work.