Tuesday, February 26, 2002

I need to do stuff. I really need to do stuff now. But I cannot do stuff- I am cowering in one corner of my life, rigid with fear. The knowledge that I have not done very much stuff and I need to do it NOW pins me down like a moth to cardboard, with stuffdoing forever just beyond my reach. I shall go forth and do STUFF presently.

I wonder if anyone's actually reading this?

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