Chillin' for Twenty

Originally, going into this "chill" session-if you will- I was looking forward to having a legit (it's HOMEWORK) excuse to zone for twenty minutes. As it turns out, I apparently am no good at doing absolutely nothing. I watched the minutes slowly drag on, becoming increasingly antsy. My hands wouldn't calm themselves; they kept drumming the table on their own accord. Next, the dull beat of my leg thumping the underside of the table filled the noise-gap. I honestly eventually found myself whistling in-tune with my idiosyncratic body convulsions. I found my inner rhythm. Then, realizing what I was actually doing, I forced myself into silent submission for the last drawn-out five minutes. When the egg timer dinged, up I jumped and carried on with my day - which basically consisted of doing nothing. Ah, life's great paradoxes.