It was something tedious, but the due date was so far off, it might as well have been in the next century. So, I said, "Sure, I'll handle it," without a second thought. Why bother with the hassle now when it's something future me can worry about? That's a problem for another day.
Time has this funny way of sneaking up on you, though. One minute you're cruising along, and the next, bam, you're smack dab in the middle of what you've been avoiding.
So there I was, grumbling under my breath, doing this thing I agreed to do ages ago. I can't for the life of me understand why I keep ending up in these situations. It's just my luck.
I guess I could learn from this experience, but I’ll just leave that for future me to sort out. He’s probably more up to the challenge.