fine whine

So what is it that keeps me awake at night? Is it my grand schemes? There's always another page, or chapter, or book that I can read. I have a movie backlog probably around a hundred, spread over my laserdiscs, DVDs and tapes off of TV.

There's always the Great American Novel I should start writing. I could be writing code for this website. I have links that I need to blog for ketchup so that I can stay caught up. Emails that have been typed in my head over and over won't get sent 'til I input and submit them. There are people I ought to write to, messages I should have sent months or years ago.

I've got conversations that I could rehearse in my head even more exhaustively. I could call people up, wake them and converse. My resume and the help wanted pages almost cry out loud to me. As to my dirty dishes, though they cry out in a non-verbal fashion detected more by the nose than the ears.

I wrote a poem somewhat about this once...

It's easier on TV

It's easier on TV

the hero smiles

no worries about taxes

or mortgage payments

or missed appointments

or airplanes crashing

or broccoli in his teeth

or feet in his mouth

or starving children

or dying relatives

or rush hour traffic

or noisy appliances

or paperwork due yesterday

or bumps in the night

or bumps in the road

or flat tires

or dirty laundry

or hour wages

or paper cuts

or alarms slept through

or obligations forgotten

or performance declines

or oil changes

or oil prices changing

or stubbed toes

or burnt toast

or stuffy nose

or worries in his head

when he goes to bed

the TV hero sleeps

soundly; I am no hero

(You can find this and more of my cheesy poetry here).

So, is it too much stuff on my mind? Or is it just too stuffy and I have to pee?