Don’t worry about it. Yeah you got that thing to do. But you’ll get to it tomorrow. Or maybe the day after that. Keep your nose down. Do your job. Talk about the weather. Feign interest in the Dead Democracy. Yeah you got that thing to do. But you’ll get to it next week. Or maybe the week after that. Make small talk about the local sports team. Notice your gray hairs. Lament the weight gain. Yeah you got that thing to do. But you’ll get to it next month. Or maybe the month after that.
Here’s the view from within My Cycle. Floating about the Space-Ship. Grinding it out. Grinding. It. Out. Share your own Grind-Cycle if you’re so inclined.
