Never Late Than Better
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I'm "tardy" or
"detained" or ever-so-slightly "un-punctual."
emotional upheaval can set me back ... although usually it's only by a
day or two, at the very most.
I miscalculate, and what at
first appears to be a delay (or -- at the other end of the spectrum --
an unwelcome jumpstart) is actually crappy arithmetic on my part.
Sometimes stress -- new job, new Zip Code, new in-laws -- can hold
things up a bit. Sometimes intense joy can do the same thing.
Dysfunctional behavior can really
mess things up. During my heavy-drinking phases, like that final
prolonged bender (otherwise known as "The Summer of 1998"), I
just sort of skip the whole thing entirely. At other times in my life,
I've been known to 'skip the whole thing entirely' for nine months at a
stretch ... give or take the occasional false alarm.
I'm never LATE.
Not even now. Not even tonight, as I sit here and glare at the
calendar, wondering if I'm going crazy, or whether I need to just
pour myself a nice frosty cold mug of Ragu Spaghetti Sauce and
Hershey's Syrup and be done with it.
eleven days isn't considered "late." Is it?
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