netherworld

::mood::floating
::music:: Great Is Thy Faithfulness being practiced by ArchAngelVigilante

You know, I think there’s one problem with filling your life up to the brim full of excitement, busyness, and just plain old stuff: you end up like me,
…with one evening to spare,
…one two-hour period when you don’t have anything being forced upon your schedule,
…one chance to catch up on the myriads of things that have slidden off of your master task list for the past weeks,
…one opportunity to just sit and relax, or better yet, get ahead so that you can sit and relax tomorrow,
…one point in time when, not only do you not have work, sleep, eating, or other unpleasant tasks scheduled, but neither do you have relaxation planned for this block of time undergoing scrutiny.

…and that point of time becomes an eternity of quandary. Bed does not call. Tomorrow is planned. All but the most elusive tasks have been executed.

And I feel like I’m floating. In another world. Not really existing. I guess I’m really just out of my comfort zone.

I’m sure the sudden realization of reality will force itself upon me rather emphatically at the end of my freefall off the scaffolding when I reach the end of the slack allowed by this noose.

But right now, I’m taking a walk.

Tomorrow can wait.