They said it couldn’t be done. Brownies for breakfast? That’s madness! But I did it. I found a way.

You know, I pretend I know what I’m doing. I really don’t. I am just like the rest of us: I do the best I can with what I have. Any choice I make comes with its share of blessings and curses.

Why am I being so fatalistic this morning? Maybe there’s a secret ingredient in them there brownies. Maybe I’m being lazy and procrastinating. Maybe I’m rationalizing my behavior. Maybe my bad habits are clinging. Personally, I suspect a little of everything is true. Except the brownie part; the only ingredient there is the sugar dosage.

Tomorrow a few things will start. I know I said this before, but hear me out. I need to go and fill out an application for my CPR recertification at the college tomorrow. I will make the trip worthwhile by also getting that stinking Accuplacer test out of the way. Then, in one fell swoop, I’ll get a couple things accomplished. Finally, at lease for a moment, I can be proud of how productive a human being I am.

Self deprecation and sarcasm aside, I will get a couple items accomplished and I will feel better. Relieved, really. I will also declare in this paragraph of sincerity that the poetry and painting will begin anew starting today. I include painting in that statement because I crave it, the painting not the statement. It’s been a long time and I’ve prolly forgotten how to art. Might as well brush up. The poems and stuff for the book, well, I’ll just work on that as I go. The April deadline for the book’s debut is no more. I’ll be diligent and I promise to get that damned lovable book done, just after I get back into a rhythm.