No. I didn't dream that dream. I'm not Fantine and no one shaved me bald onscreen.
But I did dream last night that I went to Liberty Park to ride my bike. Only instead of riding my bike, I spent all my time messing around with my helmet and my gears and my tires--none of which I actually know how to do in real life. And then I realized my time to actually ride was gone. Frittered foolishly away by my foolish frittering. And I didn't get to ride.
So now this dream is going to be my spirit guide. I'm getting older. Time is starting to run out. Memo to self: focus instead of frittering.
(Except, of course, if I feel like frittering.)
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Dammit, I have already frittered today! I needed to read this post, like, four hours ago!
I'm only 33 and frittering is my biggest phobia. And habit.
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