procrastinator's dream
5 October 1999

Nearly three years ago <insert chronological disbelief here>, I wrote Jay a letter on the back of various maps: the Pacific Northwest, Eastern Europe, the Southwest's four corners, and then cut them up according to state or country borders... enclosing it all in an envelope for him to piece back together before reading each page.

I distinctly remember calling it, "a procrastinator's dream."

He wrote back to tell me, "Yes, it was a procrastinator's dream, like you said. But then- which procrastinator were you referring to?"

I see a gray, smoky day from my 5th floor window perch. The kind of day that requires headlights until noon. Melissa Kaplan's bewitching voice trickling through my headphones almost cancels the effects of the fluorescent lights above.

New shoes, new socks, new bag. I feel significantly complete.

But I'm stalling.

What will you put off 'till later?