Time

Time is a brutal bastard... and I'm not referring to the kid pics. Yeah, I used to be a cute little tyke, but somewhen over the years, the Ugly Stick has beaten me down. Perfecto is still Mr. Chick Magnet, and I'm cool with that. But again, that's not what I'm talking about.

No, what I'm saying is that I just don't have enough time to do what all needs to be done. I'd like to draw up a petition to add more days and hours to our calendar. But I know deep down, even if more time were available, it'd soon be taken up. Taken up by things that we deem important...

I've been working like crazy, with hardly any time to do more than post, when it comes to blogging, and falling further and further behind in keeping up with the news and the world around me. I work, come home and eat, sometimes go back to the shop for a few hours, and then hit the hay. I rarely do anything else, besides working out with the cousin in law. This weekend will see me working in the cement mill on both Saturday and Sunday.

Am I really that busy? I like to think so, but I can't say that.... because I know, there's got to be extra time there. It's there, and I'm not taking ahold of it. There's no way that I can be as busy as I think I am.

The most frustrating thing about this is that I adopted a Marine, and I've yet to send anything, even a letter, to the guy. I'm proud as hell of him, and I haven't even taken the time to let him know that...

And here I sit typing... is Time the bastard? Or is it Procrastination?

Posted by That 1 Guy at December 15, 2006 07:12 PM | TrackBack