Good God man, it just keeps coming!
Not getting a poem has me rolling around in a cold sweat, no kidding!
I’m up against the ropes, getting dizzy, banging away left and right, sweating like a boxer! Ok, an over-worked waiter. Ok, a diminutive Secretary, way in the corner, in big, bi-focal glasses.
No really, and I missed a post today by about fifteen minutes.
So. It’s that time…working up to the very limit…where I finally get to see if I can do it. What will I do if I can’t? Why is it suddenly so important? What have I set myself up for? Has it been worth it…IS it worth it…will it BE worth it?
Can’t lie, I’m having a blast actually – I just don’t know how long it will last.
All the advice you get can be a )*&@ in the (*&#$!
I’m gonna have to set up a WHOLE new system because by the time I get through visiting everyone (which I enjoy), I’ve completely zoned out.
So. Can I discipline myself to an hour a day? We shall see.
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