mish mash

because i'm not perfect
because there are so many things beyond my reach
straining my fingertips and my feet sore from standing on tiptoes
just that little bit more, from below
but seen from above, it seems too damn far away.

feeling edgy is not the right word
ready for an explosion. or implosion.
whichever is worse.

coupled with all that
i've got a 90 min presentation
& a corp reporting test on fri & sat.

and i haven't begun jack-shit for either.
i wanted to get it done during the weekend
but i put it off thinking i had the time

and now it's tuesday, a public holiday
and i still haven't done jack-shit
and my achy breaky jittery heart
doesnt want to settle down to getting
anything done.

my body betrays me
as i drift off to sleep.

(still no mood for work)
tonight. tonight.
(yah, right)

i need to snap out of this.
perhaps after the nap.