This article in the New Yorker actually describes the feeling I've had for most of my life. I've often wondered if I have ADHD (ADD) but never pressed it with a doctor for a diagnosis. I have put off assignments or work until the last minute for as long as I can remember. Trying to do stuff ahead of the deadline is like trying to push my car up a hill - it's just not possible.
Maybe it's not such abnormal behavior after all. On the other hand, maybe science is an enabler. If I choose the articles properly, I'm healthy being fat, I'm a genius because I keep piles of stuff everywhere, and now I'm learning that procrastinating has been a "live for today" response to stuff I don't want to do.
Go science!
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