You know when you have lots of things to say and then the server goes out on you... you know the kind of frustrated feeling you get? And then the next day you wake up and you realise that what you wanted to say yesterday has already become insignificant and isn't worth talking about anymore...

You know when you have sudden jousts of inspiration and you are just dying to get them down on paper and then you realise that everything doesn't really matter that much, after all ... when you bring out that paper 3 days later you realise that you have run out of that kind of inspiration to even write anything worthwhile at all...

Proscrastination is a sin really, but human beings can't ever get out of its trap, can they?


  ¶ 15:19