Yesterday, I had a very full day and it was a day off.  I walked around a lake close to my home, I watched a disc of Season One of 30 Rock (hilarious!), worked on some things for work.  Once my husband came home, we went out to dinner and we watched the entire Clinton-Obama debate.  (Gosh, I’d wish they’d come up with some new issues).  Then, I went to bed. 

As I was falling asleep, I thought to myself, what am I going to write for nanapoopoo tomorrow?  Then, I thought harder, what I am going to write for today?  I had totally forgotten to write anything. I was paralyzed with indecision.  Do I rouse myself from half-sleep to get in a poem?  Do I say screw it and go to bed? 

My Capricornian tendencies towards duty won out and I stumbled from bed.  I wrote perhaps the worst haiku ever (it isn’t even a full thought) and went back to sleep. But dang it, it was 17 syllables, 3 lines, and close enough to call a poem. 

Wake me when NaPoWriMo is over.