a flurry of thoughts and nothingnesss
floods my head.
only a few words make it through the process.
i tick down the time
to force the reason of the work stoppage.
the television distracts me again
but it's turned into more lines of code.
not the best not the worst
i keeps the fingers moving
in order for the gears to stay oiled.
three minutes later
i am half way done
so i slow poke to the finish line
or better yet
i stop and let the finish line come to me.
i've abused the philosophy
work smarter not harder.
i won't tell if you won't.
