Looking for Color
Today I did not do enough work. My bones twinge with restlessness. I wrote a prospectus and shopped online for a new camera. I hardly read a thing and it is very late. I didn't mean to let all my conversation go aimless and distracted. Sometimes when I become stressed or feel overworked I spoil myself in the aftermath. I finish my paper or take my test and then fritter away the seconds on mind-numbing nothing.
I am glad there are tomorrows.
Tomorrow I will
take a walk
shave my legs
write my religion paper
write a response paper to the humanities symposium
read/finish two chapters of Ulysses
write Heidi an email
go to bed by ten
complete two tutorials
forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race
and will not
write a three-volume novel
look for cameras on the internet
walk my dog
spit in the face of Parnell supporters
skip any classes
eat too much
kneel at my mother's deathbed and refuse to pray with her
throw apples at over-sized beetles
wake up too late to read in the morning
be late to any classes
kill an Arab on the beach for no reason
neglect the whisperings of my conscience
forget to eat/pack lunch
Best get to bed. Tomorrow is looming.
I am glad there are tomorrows.
Tomorrow I will
take a walk
shave my legs
write my religion paper
write a response paper to the humanities symposium
read/finish two chapters of Ulysses
write Heidi an email
go to bed by ten
complete two tutorials
forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race
and will not
write a three-volume novel
look for cameras on the internet
walk my dog
spit in the face of Parnell supporters
skip any classes
eat too much
kneel at my mother's deathbed and refuse to pray with her
throw apples at over-sized beetles
wake up too late to read in the morning
be late to any classes
kill an Arab on the beach for no reason
neglect the whisperings of my conscience
forget to eat/pack lunch
Best get to bed. Tomorrow is looming.