The sun sets and the chill follows. What was a beautiful sunny day is now a cool dark evening in Louisiana, traffic sounds occasionally cutting through the humid silence. I can feel the goosebumps forming on my bare arms. My coffee, too, has lost its warmth, but I continue to guzzle the bitter elixir. My eyelids are heavier, but I don’t foresee bedtime coming just yet.
I shoulda done more today, shoulda dug further into the mind-numbing facts and figures that I’m supposed to have come up with. But what I’ve seen so far is disheartening, and I can only hope that when I present my research, we abandon Plan A and come up with a Plan B. A Plan B that won’t stress me so much.
What did I do today? I dicked around on the internet far too much, I took a shower, obsessed over my appearance, walked to the store to buy a pack of smokes, considered starting on a story or a drawing, tinkered with my other half’s computer in a failed attempt to fix it, and fantasized about being a sex goddess.
And now it’s approximately nine in the evening and I am writing this.
I think I’ll have another cigarette, I think I’ll have another cup of coffee. I think I’ll run away to Tahiti and dance around a campfire.
No, nevermind, just the cigarette and the coffee, thanks.
And so goes another day in the life of a lazy dreamer, who dreams and never does. Who thinks and never follows through. Maybe someday that will change, but not today. Never today.
