........ .... ... ...... procrastination.

Looking down at the daily sales, seeing how not even a strong inositol sale with save our horrible day, the beep from the front door drags my eyes to the soft baby blues staring back at me. I immediatly smile and struggle to ask if there is anything I can do for the new comer. After a smile back and a polite nod no, he quickly walks to the back end of the store. I drop my head back down to the paper with the numbers.. those taunting numbers that seem to say: "You'll never achieve me." Just like everything else in this world.

Everyone has their woe story, tough times that make them a better person. Sometimes, I'll let people into my little woe story of my own. But since I have no idea on how to end it on a good note, I never feel the person is really listening to me. All they hear is; "wah, wah... haha, wah, and oh yea, WAHHH!!!" But it's getting to the point that I feel like NO one understands me, and the people that did or have known me well don't understand whats going on now. So I'm writing a story....

and it is coming. Just not yet.
I think I might procrastinate just a bit longer.

Because you don't want to read about that anyway.