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January 21, 2010
It has to be free of clutter. It has to be clean. Not spotless, but clear of debris. When that is done, then and only then can we begin. No, you have to do your part too; it has to be divided right down the middle. You do what you are good at even if they are things that you don’t want to do and I will do the same. Before you know it things will be good enough to for us to begin. Since we have begun I have noticed little piles beginning to grow. Not too many, but there are stacks nonetheless. Some are yours and some are mind. In notice that, although we are both at fault, my piles do not smell. They are only papers and some clothing. All right perhaps there is a slight odor, but that does not compare to your coffee cups and coffee pots and pans with spaghetti sauce and water and oil from the pasta stewing in the sink. This literal scent of procrastination has wafted through our lives ever since we begun. Now that it is done I’ve noticed that the piles are now stacks and that there is decay everywhere and that we’ve simultaneously thrown in the towel, thrown caution to the wind, washed our hands, joined in because we couldn’t beat them and now that we’re done, well everything is a mess. Wait a second, where are you going?
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