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					<description><![CDATA[&quot;... I admit to some obsessive-compulsive procrastination.&quot;

OCP? I have no idea what this must be like. I actually start working on things before I know I need to get them done. Thus, my life is full of works in progress about which I have no grasp or hint of understanding. Like the ball of string I&#039;ve been collecting since high school. It&#039;s now over 8&#039; in diameter and I&#039;m sure weighs over 250 lbs. It&#039;s getting hard to move, so I just keep it in my Uncle Walter&#039;s garage. His car is now covered in rust, since he has no place to shelter it. If anyone out there needs string, just connect with me on Instagram.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;&#8230; I admit to some obsessive-compulsive procrastination.&#8221;</p>
<p>OCP? I have no idea what this must be like. I actually start working on things before I know I need to get them done. Thus, my life is full of works in progress about which I have no grasp or hint of understanding. Like the ball of string I&#8217;ve been collecting since high school. It&#8217;s now over 8&#8242; in diameter and I&#8217;m sure weighs over 250 lbs. It&#8217;s getting hard to move, so I just keep it in my Uncle Walter&#8217;s garage. His car is now covered in rust, since he has no place to shelter it. If anyone out there needs string, just connect with me on Instagram.</p>
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