Entry for 23rd August, 2008

I have a bed to build today. I am currently procrastinating though by doing this blog entry. Everyone else is out, and they think I am building the bed. But I am not building the bed. I am sitting here in my office with a cup of coffee and a ginger biscuit. I could describe this as a "tea break" I suppose. But the word "break" implies some sort of interlude between bouts of intense activity. So, that would not be strictly accurate.
It is not also strictly accurate to say that i should be building the bed today. I should have been building the bed a fortnight ago. But instead I have been Doing Other Things. I am running out of excuses though. Even though my Significant Other is (justifiably) bending my ear about it, that is not the worst bit. The worst bit now is that the bed itself is now talking to me in my head: its little voice is calling to me in syllables that float like pillows across my consciousness -
"I am imprisoned in this flat pack. Let me be free. Let me live out my life as it was meant to be. A happy and fulfilled piece of furniture. It is in your hands to make me whole."