Stalling

I have things to do. I want to get out and flyer. I want to pester until he gives me a haircut. I want to fax my resume to the National City HR department, because they lost their copy of my resume. I want to respond to ‘s letter. I want to double-check my balanced checkbook. I want to organize my blank paper and my class notes into recognizable folders (I hate anything spiral binded… hey, I’m left-handed).

The weather is beautiful outside. Overcast and drizzling. Very nice trench coat weather.

And still I find myself stalling.