Promissory Note

In the act of being that which sent myself something. Receiving what it is in haze and being sent up. Vague idea about what I should be doing, when I should be doing it. When, when, why? Still locked to the law, operating a personal assessment, a dark sheet of paper, handed over, sadly skimmed with a blank, infirm scrawl. A personal assessment, running me through, a self-criticism. A conference on what I have done and how it was wrong and what I will do and when it will be wrong. Flapping for a gambit, losing the thread, sweating profusely as a volunteer; few know how to ask me, and when.