The deadline is looming
and everytime I look over
at the stack of papers, my
stomach sinks. There is so
much to do, and
so little desire
to do it.
I’ve got to do it,
but the sun is shining,
a beautiful day to
go see Obama speak
in Denver at 10 a.m.
Home by noon, nap,
write the proposal,
should be fine.
Obama wow’ed us at 11:30,
appropriate to celebrate
the event with an Amber ale,
Scottish sausage and kraut,
and ..chocolate.
Actual: home at 4, nap, start
the dreaded proposal at 8.
No way to finish it and
so it waits for me again
tomorrow.
The deadline is one
day closer. I can’t
wait for it to arrive
so I can finish writing.
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