|so, i may or may not be breaking rules here :X
||[Oct. 30th, 2006|06:58 am]
All day, you've been putting off that little bit of work, because it's so damn easy that you could do it in ten, fifteen minutes tops. With that knowledge, why bother right away? Okay, you decide, I'll finish it ... later. Before I go to bed, anyway.
You keep thinking about it as you eat your pizza and pointlessly stalk MySpaces and stare at incomprehensible journal entries from three months ago that you'll never understand.
Again it appears in your internal monologue when you're refreshing your Gmail page and waiting for any mail at all. (Dictionary.com word of the day? Ticketmaster? Spam? Some Nashville music newsletter you can't remember signing up for? Anything? No?)
It's still on your mind when you're catching up on webcomics that you haven't even thought about since June.
When you start analyzing Leonard Cohen's entire musical catalogue, you think you might forget it, but thirty seconds into "Chelsea Hotel No. 2" it comes back.
Oh, it's back with a vengeance.
Your alarm clock pounds robot-blips into your eardrum in four hours and everytime you look at it, it's pewter: hard and forbidding.