Homo sabbaticus

SShhhhhhhhh! Having spent the last six years living amongst the departmental pack we finally have the animal isolated. We’ve doused ourselves in professor musk and if we stay quiet we can creep into its cave habitat and get close enough for a shot. Once tranquilized we’ll affix the tracking equipment and monitoring devices, don’t worry, the small 20 lb helmet and 65 lb battery pack won’t impede the animals movement in any way. Quick! SSSHHHHHHH. quick! fire the dart before it attacks! The animal is now stirring. Still groggy from the tranquilizer let’s turn on the equipment and listen in on its thoughts:

Write it. Just do it. It’s not so hard.

Yes it is. I’m tired of this stuff.

You can do this. You’ve been doing it for years now. Just do it.

That was almost convincing, but then you sounded like a Nike ad.

Fair enough. But you have been doing this for awhile now. Hey! Remember those black canvas Vans you used to have? Those were great. You should get some more.

A classic shoe really. Good times. Stop distracting me. You’re supposed to be helping me work. You know writing that thing?

Sorry, yeah. You should write that up. You’ve done all the other work. You just need to sit down and crank the mother out.

Ooh funky! P-Funky. like turn the mother out? Give Up the Funk. That’s another classic.

Can you stop making inane pop cultural references and just listen to what I’m saying? Stay focused. Work. Remember that? You need to write that thing about all that stuff? Sound familiar? Or are you just going to keep babbling about random things? Although, you have a point, I have P-Funk blasting on my side of things now too. Good tune.

Really? Cause I just switched to the JB’s…still funky though.

Anyway, look, we need to stop all this nonsense and just get writing. And FYI you need stop consuming scotcholate, stop watching so much tv, and don’t ever give me that decaf shit again.

Hey! That was a freaky accident. I did not purposefully make decaf coffee and it hurt me too you know!

Pass me a peanut-butter cup.

It just seems boring. I think it could be really good though. I’ve been working on this stuff for a long time. But, ugh, and don’t go imposing all your rigid crap on me. Don’t impose a schedule and daily page limits on me. I hate that. It’s so cumbersome. You’re such a tight ass.

That’s cause it works! You’ll do it. You can’t stand missing a deadline. Or at least you think you can’t stand it because you’ve never actually missed one. Have you? See. You’re a punctual motherfucker. Admit it.

Yeah maybe. Join me for a drink?

You idiot, just give me the drink. I’ll grant you 48 hours and after that if I don’t see some real progress you’re going on lockdown. I mean scheduled working hours with daily page limits.

Fuck. 48 hours? When would it start? Can we agree on 48 hours starting tomorrow morning?

Yeah. I’m too full of scotcholate to start right now anyway.

OK cool. Is it time for Lost yet?