I stared at the board thinking of all the things I could put on it. It's what they call a blank slate, isn't it? Infinite possibilities. But with infinite possibilities come, well, infinite possibilities, and I end up staring at the board for the better part of a day. And the board stays blank.
Tomorrow you are coming, tomorrow you will be here. I'd like to look as though there's something going on in my mind, something focused, some sort of goal. All I need is one, one goal, one thing to tack to the cork and I'll be happy. Or, rather, you'll be happy, and I might finally be at ease for a time.
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