In the Crack

The schedule races forward relentlessly, dragging me along behind to fret anxiously, gnaw at my own inability to have "sticktoittiveness", snap convulsively at those least deserving and demean my ego for not being perfection incarnate. Many internal promises and resolutions are passed by the psychic committee that sits in residence, much babbling and dithering about the process and how the reward system should work. But nothing concrete ever results and so the schedule gallops rampant, snatching my will and forcing itself on my decency.