Time and tide wait for no man.

Then why is it that we take so much pleasure in waiting, in procrastinating?

Maybe we feel that waiting gives us more courage? Or that the problems we need to solve will somehow solve themselves, although, upon introspection, we know that isn't true? Then it seems like the way to live life is to take a decision, and then fight with all our power to defend it, many times irrationally, and irrationality doesn't matter, especially if you're trying to convince another person what you're doing is right... as long as you gain a sense of command over the conversation, you've won in every naive spectator's eyes... whether you're being rational or not.

So when you get up everyday, how do you get up? There are days on which I groan, set the alarm for half an hour later, and go back to sleep. Even if I have to get up to change the alarm. And there are days when I've had more than sufficient sleep, and I get up quite easily... well, usually when this happens to me, it means I've overslept. But anyway. There are days when I over-oversleep and get up with a slight headache.
But most importantly, there are days when I wake up with a groan. I wake up with a groan, look at the clock and realize there's something I have to do today. Not immediately, perhaps, but I know that if I get up, I'll have an advantage getting started. So, despite all the rusty muscles in my body protesting, I get up, out of the bed, and push myself through. I get the triumphant feeling, then, of having defeated procrastination. And sometimes I think THOSE are the best days of my life.