waste more time, that gift, that present, open it up, tearing the wrapping paper off of it, the bow goes flying, it's like christmas, every day, every waking minute, when it should be hours of sleep instead. why oh why do birds fly? ghoish with bicycles, interesting, can't wait to spend hours upon days and weeks working on that web page, would be so much better than doing my job, than performing my duties, than doing what i should, rather than doing what i wish, closed doors, open doors, locked to be knocked, reaching for the door handle, hinges creaking as the revolving doors swing in a circle and before you now it, back at the begining, just where you ended