I have been known to make distractions for such things as worries before, and each time bettering the promise for hope although little hope for progress exists. Today, being. Yesterday, being. Tomorrow, being. Good God let's not go this direction again. Time is my enemy...and so I digress.
Or, perhaps, not digress. Truly, work is my enemy, but time is so much easier to blame. Wasting time is what I'm best at, and making excuses is how I survive...
Period, end of story.
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