It’s Friday here, and I’m working hard to make sure I accomplish today’s goal, so I gotta keep this short. Which, given my propensity for meandering off onto tangents about things like bee pollen and brown sugar Pop Tarts, could potentially prove to be a bit of a problem.
Luckily, explaining my Day Four goal shouldn’t take much longer than it took to achieve my Day Four goal. And if that particular intention hasn’t fallen into your lap like a male “dancer” all decked out like one of the Village People and smacked you around with it’s obviousness, I’ll help you out. Yesterday’s goal was was, simply, to write a Haiku post.
I keep thinking that I ought to take the time to go into excruciating detail while also spinning some long, fanciful yarns with ridiculous metaphors about why I enjoy posting really awful haiku from time to time. And believe it or not, the goal is not (necessarily) to any Language Arts teacher’s cautionary tale.
That’s just, like, a bonus.
You can thank whatever deity you call Spaghetti Monster, though, that that day is not today. Today is, instead, all about being short and sweet. Just, I guess, not as short and sweet as, well, a seventeen syllable poem that’s never quite about nature around here.
Nature or not, the point is, spitting one of those puppies out was exactly the Day Four goal.
Not the most complicated one, admittedly, but no one ever said these didn’t have to be easy. They just had to be done.
And that, if you ask me, is a pretty good way to roll into the weekend. I have high hopes you’re looked me, and sporting an awesome pair of “these are for leisure” socks for your Friday shenanigans.
Have a great weekend, kids. Here’s to trying like hell to get out there and get some shit achieved.
Just, uh, while you’re at it, maybe try not to set the place on fire.