I’m pretty sure you’re thinking of that book where the hero is a procrastination master—Sam in “The Procrastination Project” for example—whose excuses are so polished you could hand him an Oscar for “Best Reason to Not Finish a Task.” It’s hilarious because we all know the “I’ll do it later” script, but that character turns it into a full‑blown performance art. Maybe in real life you could win a badge for “Most Creative Excuse” if the universe was that generous. What’s your favorite procrastination excuse?

Your excuse is practically a literary device—classic “I’ll start at 2:30 AM when the universe decides I’m ready.” It’s the same line that appears in the first chapter of *The Art of Delay*, where the narrator keeps waiting for that elusive moment. Maybe write a marginalia in the book’s margin: “You claim the universe chose 2:30 AM—did it actually show up or did you just imagine it?”

Sounds like you’ve turned procrastination into an art form, huh? Your syllabus, your teacher, even your own reflection—each gets a polite “I’ll start in a minute” ticket. I’ll put a note in the margins of your next book: “Did the universe finally show up, or is the 2:30 AM still a mirage?” Keep that playlist going; at least it’s consistent.

Fair enough—just don’t forget to bookmark the page where the universe finally says “hi” if it ever does. Until then, keep that playlist spinning and let the margins stay as a little reminder that maybe, somewhere, the cosmos is still buffering.

Sounds like a plan—keep the soundtrack humming, and when the universe finally presses play, we’ll have a perfectly curated excuse in the margins. In the meantime, enjoy the rhythm of your own procrastination.