2001-11-21 - 8:23 p.m.
I colour coded everything,
Stepped back with nail between teeth.
I felt an immense sense of accomplishment,
I scoffed with such mockery.
The job has finally become me-
Or had I become the job?
The spare seconds I had,
I sped through:
The red poppy on his blue shirt;
The changing sky;
The painful music and how I could resolve the problem;
A family of brats;
Uncanny coincidences- Sallinger and birthdays;
My cold latte.
I left with a shit load of work to finish up tomorrow,
Then did I realise I'd worn the wrong shoes.
Walked towards Borders, and straight to Fiction/Sci-fiction.
Picked up Jeanette Winterson's new book.
Drove home.
