From last week’s unrelenting bleakness, let’s move on to something silly.
It was Oscar Wilde (or perhaps his goatee-wearing evil twin from one of the mirror dimensions) who penned the words “I never put off till tomorrow what I can possibly do the day after.” Words to live by, my friends! Words to live by.
Ritual Chant of Banishment Recited by Esma de la Tour, Tenth Degree Sorceress and Inveterate Procrastinator, Upon Being Asked by Her Teacher to Disinvoke the Ninety-Legged Demon of Sqwar, Which He had Inadvertently Summoned Whilst Bathing
by Stewart C Baker
I haven’t memorized that yet!
Words to live by indeed. He says, as he comes up with another piece of microfiction the night before his self-imposed deadline…