The Block

I've been working for four hours straight, literally ever since I got in from the gallery tonight, slamming three cups of coffee around 7:00 pm, listening to the Kaiser Chief's first LP Employment twice thus far, and I just realized something, amidst the noise. This story is utter shite. It was utter shite last weekend. It was utter shite when I stayed in yesterday rather than go to the Bay-to-Breakers; and I could probably write for another ten days and it'll still be utter shite.

Panic has set in. Deadlines passed. Promises broken.

Soon I tell them. It's almost there. It's the best one yet. Trust me.

But I'm beginning to wonder, what if soon never comes?