Bag up your laundry and take it to be cleaned. Scour the thrift and antique stores and find bookcases for your books on the floor. Construct your bathroom shelf.

I will get to it, I promise. For now however, my bathroom floor needs to be cleaned- and I am suddenly overtaken by a desire to do it properly.
A day is divided into twenty four hours, all of which seem to fly past me leaving nothing behind to remember their uniqueness except that which is done within their confines. Boredom has long ago stopped paying me visits.






