Ever heard the phrase "too busy to spit"?
You have now. It describes the state of being of a fat bloke with many many deadlines, and too little time to actually hit any of them. It's fantastic, and probably, in the long run, both as addictive as crack, and about as deadly. But it's kinda how I want to be right now - I was always one of those guys you sometimes meet who took sleeping seriously, and took "Just being" in the same semi-professional manner. I used to be able to while away whole afternoons just staring into space, Thinking About Stuff.
Now, it's like my bodily alarm clock has gone off, a little too late, and I'm running. Running to do all the stuff I should probably have done in my 20s, when I was supposed to have had the energy to do it all. Pish - I was a lethargic fuck in my 20s. And my 30s, come to that. Now - notsomuch. Too much to do, not enough time to do it it. And this is before I start doing any writing of my own.
Funfunfunfunfun...said he, sounding not unlike a balding 40-something Tigger. So excuse me if I don't have time to spit right now - I'm gonna have to postpone that particular expectoration for another day.
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