Procrastination

It never ceases to amaze me. How I can get up, eat, shower, dress, go to work and fiddle about until the time comes to go home, and eat and undress and sleep. What is accomplished? What astounding revelation have I uncovered from the trove of information that is the internet. When do questions sidestep into rhetoric. How do linguists deal with poor grammer, loose syntax, absent punctuation.

Work stares back at me. I am alone in a crowd of underacheivers.

At least i reflect on my slow progress. every day I waste is lost. rescue me.

just a little spoonful of your lovin

I thought I had been kissed. But that was before I met you.