This Took Time.

I think I’ve procrastinated in every possible way. I’ve worked out, showered, made a smoothie, gone to the bank, opened up a folder on my desktop, took my meds, paced around the deck, paced around the living room, drank more of the smoothie, watched A History of Violence, did some laundry, checked my email over and over even the junk mail, made some calls, received some calls, talked to the Fam, talked to more of the Fam, checked my ongoing downloads, talked about this thing on Wednesday, ate some veggie chips, ate some snap pea crisps, finished the smoothie and rinsed the blender but didn’t finish cleaning it, looked at the tattoo, wondered what I forgot at Vons , checked my myspace, put a check in the mail or rather prepared a check to be mailed but never actually mailed it, picked up wrinkled laundry late, put on my glasses, took off my glasses, put on my glasses, listened to what I think are crickets, rallied myself for all the things I’m going to do tomorrow, twirled my hair, took off my glasses, tried to shit and couldn’t, considered making another smoothie but discouraged upon seeing Google News, read almost all of Google News, felt personally bad about Beirut until I closed the window, Reclined, Rolled back, UnReclined, made plans in my head, feat my stomach cautiously, decided it’s nothing, ate more snap pea crisps almost finishing them but stopping just short, watched the first 25 minutes of a pirated copy of Syriana only to call friend and ask if it was proper for it to not have subtitles, listened to friend layout an admirable game plan for his new woman, watched internet porn in blasé manner, thought about a woman, smiled a little, decided that tomorrows just going to have to be a get work done day, reminded myself to call other woman but didn’t, sat motionless at my desk letting my eyes blur facing the lower right corner, was conscious of blinking just for an instant, shifted some cards about my desk, wondered if I’m going deaf by listening to the sounds of my room real hard, swallowed and decided it was just the weed, adjusted the speed of my window fan and then for no reason walked into the kitchen leaning into the fridge as if I was buying a train ticket, applied lip balm, remembered that folder on my desktop and began project anew but was sidetracked again by writing this.