Intentional Procrastination

I meant to do my work today . . .

But it was so warm and inviting outside. The early morning lunch drifted into several hours of daydreaming, me just soaking in the cool morning rays. While others were tolling inside, I was appreciating the sun, the trees, the flowers. It is important to appreciate nature, and in so doing so, I helped maintain a balance. I helped ensure that visitors to our fair town saw business people relaxing in one of the picturesque squares. Tourism is important to our city, and my soaking up the sun helped with said tourism.

I meant to do my work today . . .

But a friend called with a problem. She needed my attention, my ear, my compassionate, my sighs at all of the right places. She needed me to be present to her, to help her through her personal crisis. Had I not helped her, I most certainly would have spent much time and energy thinking about her, her family, her problems. Had I not helped her, I may have been rude on the phone, and you would not have wanted that. So you see, I was thinking about the greater good, both at work and in her life.

I meant to do my work today . . .

But I still have not done my taxes. You would not want me to go to jail because I failed to timely submit all pertinent copies of the forms and attachments. By the way, thanks for the use of the copier, the Internet, paper and pen. It really helped me complete filing my taxes on time. So I am contributing my part so that Congressmen and Senators can feast on pork.

I meant to do my work today . . .

But I started watching teen angst on YouTube, and I had to watch, had to comment. I had to tell a teen boy that it is okay to feel pain, okay to feel isolated, and it is not okay to hate your own mother. I had to watch people lip synch badly to popular songs, see them violate terms of agreement and copyright laws. I had to watch farting babies, singing dogs, and talented artists, strumming on their 12-string guitars. I had to participate in Web 2.0, to keep the connections live, to keep the "packets flowing". I really don't know what flowing packets are, but it has something to do with the Internet flowing through our lives.

I meant to do my work today . . .

But when I awoke, I smelt the aroma of a willing lover, needing my warmth, my moistness, my body. Had I not called in sick to participate in a day of passion, my mind would have most certainly wondered to other things. And you would not like my attention on other things when I am filing such important documents.

I meant to do my work today . . .

But I had to finish this blog entry. Well, maybe that is stretching the truth a bit.