self-fulfilling prophecy
06.28.04
Now, it’s 11:37 Monday night. Tomorrow morning I have to leave my apartment by 8:30 in order to make it to Nagoya for my flight to Philadelphia.
I have yet to begin packing.
Did my 5th grade teacher know me better than anybody else when she awarded me the “Miss Procrastination” certificate upon completion of that school year? Or, did she inadvertently start me on some track of self-fulfilling prophecy?
Either way, I still resent the woman.
23:37
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