Procrastination

I’m sitting here at my desk trying to write a prayer for Sunday morning, and all I can think about is how much I want a bagel with cream cheese. So I do what I often do when I’m procrastinating, I hit that little blue “e” with the ring around it at the bottom of my screen. I’m on the CNN homepage, and I see an article “People names its ‘sexiest man alive.’” I’m thinking, they do this every year. Does sexiness change from year to year? Matthew McConaughey won’t be the “sexiest man alive” next year. He’s not the sexiest man alive, he’s just the flavor of the month (or the year). How dumb. And then I flash back to the fifteen minutes I spent in the dentist’s waiting room this morning, fifteen minutes spend pouring over an office copy of the latest People magazine, how all these stars who’ve just had babies have lost all their weight in like, six weeks after giving birth. Again, not very helpful. But so seductive.

I’m off to get a bagel.