Still procrastinating. I have a deadline today as well as a doctor’s appt at 4:45 and work at 7:30. So far, there is lots of jumble on the page but no real beginning.
I tried to go to sleep at 2 but couldn’t sleep for hours. I rolled out of bed at 8:25 and made it to class at 9:01. Today there was an ice breaker where we each wrote a line of ‘poetry’ on the board to form one larger poem, kicked off by Bill. the result:
Aw, man, i still need a flat
but for the money you want to pay, you won’t get that
go to Jersey, it’s really phat
check the hood ’cause that’s where it’s at!
no trash no bugs no trash no rats
be careful in da hood if you hate on those cats
there’s no telling who’s got your back
or you might get whacked
even worse you could get trapped
and you’ll always afford to live there even if you get sacked
yeah this is true no doubt about that
but you can push ’em back with that rat-a-tat-tat.
Patrick said I looked tired. I am tired – but it is a fatigue that need not exist. I had all day yesterday to work on my play review. Had I really set down to it, I could have done it in a couple of hours and been able to go to bed with a clear conscience at a decent hour and then woken up earlier and taken another look at it before turning it in.
Heifer and I have just shared a Lean Cuisine TV dinner – the meat and potatoes went to me, and she licked the gravy off of the plastic tray. We are both happy.