the eleventh hour, the nth time

i have managed my time badly. i had x, y, and z to take care of this weekend, and i think i dabbled with y... a little bit. the less important, q's, r's, and what not got full attention though. they commanded the entire fleet of my full attention. what do i have to show for it? not much. i did have quite a nice time with some friends this weekend, but it was at the expense of responsibilities that i am not prepared to face up to.

and then, at the eleventh hour, when the task could be postponed no more, i finally squeezed what little effort i could into a small paltry timespace and, with that, barely sqeaked by. yet another time. i wonder if i'm ever going to get tired of this.