Procrastenacious

A few months ago, I made a case at work for having a 4-day work week (without a salary cut) so that I would have an extra day to write each week without having to put my savings account on a hunger strike. My argument went something like, "If I have an extra day to focus on writing, I will be better able to focus while at work and thus better manage my time, enabling me to fit 40 hours of work into 32." Unbelievably enough, they went for it (I suppose they sensed my willingness to quit on the spot and go the starving artist route); since May 1st, I've had every Wednesday off to relax, read and write. I love it and, generally speaking, have spent my Wednesdays happily on my balcony, sitting in the sun, drinking some lemonade, and writing.

Today, I:
1. Made this incredible collage of hamburgers.
2. Spent 3 hours revising 2 lines of 1 poem.
3. Ate Trader Joe cat cookies dipped in milk while a gardener attacked the flowerbed outside my window with a weed whacker.
4. Watched a blue jay, a kingfisher, a family of robins, and about ninety sparrows stop by to partake of the birdfeeder my boyfriend hung over my balcony.
5. Tried unsuccessfully to force my hair into a french twist eight or nine times in a row, then scooped it into a hive-like shape and harpooned it with a tortoise-shell stick.
6. Sketched out 12 memories from my childhood as launch pads for future poems, which of course meant that I subsequently...
7. Spent 45 minutes googling the first boy I ever had a die-hard crush on and, when I couldn't find him...
8. Found the web site for my elementary school and browsed the photographs looking for a photo of Mrs. Stringfield, who taught gifted education and, more importantly, taught me how to roller skate.
9. Befriended a cat who wandered into my room through the open balcony door and called her family. They didn't answer and so she's sitting here right now, meowing and looking confused.
10. Wrote an essay about the poems I've been working on in the past couple of months, trying to articulate a narrative by which to order them in my portfolio.

How about that hamburger collage.