I’ve done it again.
Think think think, procrastinate, mess around, socialise. All the while watching “it” loom in the distance. “It” grows stronger by the hour.
I cower in fear hiding behind excuses, people and cocktails
my flatmate is learning to mix and I am a willing and eager guinea pig.
The deadline crawls closer and I can’t run any more. I’m cornered with only my fears to face.