Come Monday

it'll be all right. Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight. I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze and I just want you back by my side.

Today I am grateful for Spring. It is finally back and feels oh so good. The smells of spring make me breath a sigh of relief that hopefully winter is over. Don't get me wrong, by the end of summer, I will be looking forward to winter.

I am grateful that school is nearing its end. Both for me as a teacher and Nicole as a student. She will be graduating with an Associates degree in Nursing. That is so hot. I understand it is a complete Oedipus complex being that my mother is a nurse, but it is my complex and not yours.

The bad part about the end of school, especially for me, is that I stop caring about teaching and just want it to end. Thus, I will start to procrastinate terribly which brings me to the Flog part.

Have you ever procastibated? Procrastibating is the combination of procrastinating and masturbating. For example, you have a paper to write for school or work or something. You are staring at a blank screen and nothing is entering your mind. You need to focus on something else for a bit. Open up the web browser and start surfing. By the time you get to the second Internet site you know of, you are looking at porn. Then your mind really starts working. Heck, I got nothing better to do right now. So you go at it and 3 minutes later, you are relaxed and more focused on completing the job at hand. By that, I mean the paper.