While my boyfriend was sleeping: Feed me.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

I just ate half of this monstrosity courtesy of The Kitchen in St. Pete. Here it lies in my stomach.

My boyfriend Joe likes to sleep in late on the weekends
and I end up browsing celebrity tabloid Web sites
while our dog snores under the covers.
And since I'm a reporter who spends her Mondays through Fridays writing other people's stories.
A chronic procrastinator.
Who needs structure.
Who once quit her job to write a book.
And like most writers, made up excuses why she couldn't keep at it.
Perhaps the book starts with a blog.
I see that a lot of people have them.
Maybe this will do the trick.
Maybe I'll get The Move On as my dad would say.
I'm 27 and I'm afraid if I don't start now
I'll get caught up in something else.
We all do.