You have got mail...NOT!!

I am a queen of procrastination. I procrastinate tasks till there is no room for procrastination. And there is nothing I procrastinate more than mailing stuff. I absolutely hate mailing stuff. My level of paranoia doesn't allow me to drop things off in a post box. I need to go to the post office and stand in line and give the letter to the person at the desk. I am not satisfied unless I have had the USPS people stamp the parcel and give me a receipt. To make matters worse, the only time I did drop a letter in the mail box directly, someone stole the enclosed cheque and cashed it leaving me to deal with a fraud claim. Guess what resulted from that...three more letters that I had to mail. It took me three months to get the whole thing settled just because I could not make a trip to the post office. Yes yes I know I am lazy, I am an indolent fool when it comes to mailing things. Every tax season, I finish my returns by early March. Still, every year on April 15th, I find myself running into a post office as they are just about to close the doors, writing the address on the envelopes while standing in line.
Recently I found out that the USPS is holding me in contempt for keeping it so low on my priority list. There is a very very patient man living somewhere in Illinois who is expecting a package from me since early December. Every week we talk and every week he inquires about the package. Every week my answer is the same, I will mail it tomorrow for sure. That tomorrow didn't come until mid February. I was so excited as I walked out of the post office and instantly I informed the man via email about this great accomplishment. A week later I opened my mail box and sitting in there looking somewhat triumphant was the very same package. I screamed at it and asked what it was doing there. Fortunately, the package didn't reply but the note on it said address error. I cursed myself and kicked myself all the way back to my room. Sighhh...there was no error, the address is fine. I checked. It is just USPS getting back at me. First the stolen cheque and now this. I am calling the Washington Post Master General or whatever the heck he is called.
The funny thing is that this disease is quite old and chronic. I remember writing letters to my brother and my best friend Saira and forgetting to mail them. When they came home for a visit I would give them the letters so they knew that I had been thinking about them.
Now I have to mail the package again i.e. if the Illinois gentleman is still interested :). You can expect it sometime this year.
I am telling you with so much to remember, bills to pay, people to call, documents to fax, deadlines to meet who has the time to mail anyone anything. By the way I procrastinate most of the things I just mentioned. I guess I just love the drama of the last minute. The panicking the running around, the tension, the rush. Like I said it is a disease. There is no way out of it :(
I am thinking carrier pigeons...