I’ve had Wichita County Line Man running through my head all morning.
Except, well, that’s not really the song I want to be singing.
I want to be singing the song that goes, “if you’re leaving Amarillo…” but I can’t actually remember the words and the tune is similar enough to Wichita County Line Man.
Thus, I’m still on the liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnne.
Edited to Add-
Turns out I've meant to be singing "By the Time I Get to Phoenix" which explains why I was unable to google the lyrics "if you're leaving Amarillo."
Showing posts with label First world problems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label First world problems. Show all posts
Friday, November 6, 2009
Sunday, November 2, 2008
On Deadlines
In college I had a professor who said he assigned term papers to give his students a chance to do their laundry.
That's the thing about deadlines, when you have one you'll do whatever you can to avoid it.
Sadly, my laundry is done. My kitchen is clean and my baseboards shining. There's nothing to do but write the flippin' things.
That's why I'm blogging.
500 words. It's not so many, not so long. This isn't a thesis or even a term paper. I'm 10% done-- I have 50 words written and yet I'm paralyzed.
I haven't had a writing deadline since the spring of 2002. I'm out of practice. I can't churn things out any more. Still, a journey of 1000 miles start with one step, an essay of 500 words with a sentence.
I have to keep my eye on the prize-- the way it will feel when it's all done!
Update: It's 7pm, well, 5 past. I have 138 words. 362 left to go. Say a prayer, gang. Say a prayer.
Update, 2: 4 minutes before 8 and I have 250 words. I'll get to 400 easy, 500 may be a stretch. If I can get it out by 10, I'll be happy. Dear Lord, how do people do this for a living? I'd go barmy.
Update, 2.5: 8:28, 300 words. Yee haw!
That's the thing about deadlines, when you have one you'll do whatever you can to avoid it.
Sadly, my laundry is done. My kitchen is clean and my baseboards shining. There's nothing to do but write the flippin' things.
That's why I'm blogging.
500 words. It's not so many, not so long. This isn't a thesis or even a term paper. I'm 10% done-- I have 50 words written and yet I'm paralyzed.
I haven't had a writing deadline since the spring of 2002. I'm out of practice. I can't churn things out any more. Still, a journey of 1000 miles start with one step, an essay of 500 words with a sentence.
I have to keep my eye on the prize-- the way it will feel when it's all done!
Update: It's 7pm, well, 5 past. I have 138 words. 362 left to go. Say a prayer, gang. Say a prayer.
Update, 2: 4 minutes before 8 and I have 250 words. I'll get to 400 easy, 500 may be a stretch. If I can get it out by 10, I'll be happy. Dear Lord, how do people do this for a living? I'd go barmy.
Update, 2.5: 8:28, 300 words. Yee haw!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Indecision 2008
HELP!
I've been afflicted with a terrible disorder.
It's interfering with my life.
Robbing me of my sleep.
Doing away with my appetite.
Making me question my sanity.
I'm watching the prices fall on airfares. $539 return to London. It's fallen $15 dollars since Monday and $49 since Friday.
I'm obsessed with it and have put off buying a ticket.
I'm like Ebenezer Scrouge here.
Ebenezer Scrouge and Hamlet, a combination of the two. A Victorian miser and a Danish prince who may or may not have been insane but certainly couldn't make up his mind.
This is no good my friends. No good.
Do I bite the bullet and just buy the darn ticket, falling prices be damned?
Do I fly into Gatwick or Heathrow?Do I leave bright and early Monday morning (as is my custom) or do I take an afternoon/evening flight and give myself another day?
Please, give me insight oh wise ones. Or just, you know, make the decision for me!
I've been afflicted with a terrible disorder.
It's interfering with my life.
Robbing me of my sleep.
Doing away with my appetite.
Making me question my sanity.
I'm watching the prices fall on airfares. $539 return to London. It's fallen $15 dollars since Monday and $49 since Friday.
I'm obsessed with it and have put off buying a ticket.
I'm like Ebenezer Scrouge here.
Ebenezer Scrouge and Hamlet, a combination of the two. A Victorian miser and a Danish prince who may or may not have been insane but certainly couldn't make up his mind.
This is no good my friends. No good.
Do I bite the bullet and just buy the darn ticket, falling prices be damned?
Do I fly into Gatwick or Heathrow?Do I leave bright and early Monday morning (as is my custom) or do I take an afternoon/evening flight and give myself another day?
Please, give me insight oh wise ones. Or just, you know, make the decision for me!
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