The Magic Drug

Well its 1:20am and I just finished my take home Gospels mid-term. Its due tomorrow at 8 in the morning, so I wont get much sleep tonight though I did have five days to finish it. I’ve always thought that getting older (but seemingly not wiser) would be the magical drug to cure my chronic procrastination. Maybe there’s one out there called Willpowtrix or Nowbitrol possibly even Initiatrol, Im sure the positive effects of the drug would be outweighed by diarrhea, intestinal bleeding, lose of appetite, insomnia, hairloss, passive-aggressiveness, movie marathons and an overwhelming desire to write a post and not a paper. But the commercial would be great, a cosmopolitan man or women walking, bag in hand in the middle of a city park flanked by tall mature oak trees and people having picnics. This person would be smiling like a person relishing in a secret only they know. They would sit down unfold a sandwich wrapped in wax paper (demonstrating the care and time they took preparing the sandwich) place it next to them and pull out of their bag a newspaper with the days date clearly marked on it, Feb. 12. Time elapse to the person tossing the sandwich wrapper into the trash can with newspaper tucked and folded tightly under their arm. The camera would zoom to this person’s face showing the same gleeful smile as before as they approached a mail box, then the camera would move to the person’s bag as this individual draws out a parcel of mail. Raising the parcel just slightly higher than their head, as if in triumph, (showing the audience the address there on) the man or women would drop their completed taxes into the mail. Fade out as the person walks away from the mail box with a contagious sway in their stride. Sweet I’ve wasted another thirty minutes.