What a Waste of Time
by William Jackson on 2004-04-20
Time waits for no man, not even me, as I sit at my computer, organizing, reorganizing, listening to music, typing here and there, sipping FlavorAid (which could use a little flavor aid, if you know what I mean).
Which I have been doing for that last five hours straight.
No, thatʼs not true. I got up to do my laundry, then to put my laundry in the dryer, then to cook dinner, then to eat dinner.
Well, I did accomplish the eating phase while at the computer. Thereʼs one word for me: junkie.
And by the way, if you were expecting a poem-a-day or something, just keep on expecting and the likelihood of such an event might increase.