You know those days....
Where the forced removal from bed by the incessant noice emanating from your alarm feels like something is being wrenched from your core? That's not to say that you feel bitter -- Oh no, that is quite another feeling, for me at least. The feeling I'm talking about is when you look at your bed like a lover you don't want to leave, with longing pure and simple...
And if that seems to you a little too melodramatic? Too effing bad.
I woke up to that feeling this morning, and what's worse, I am sitting here typing, a foot and a half away from the warm cozyness of it, and yet I can't succumb to the urge to fling off my clothes and go back to bed....because I have (of all things) a french grammar class. I think that's adding a cruel twist to the punishment of the morning, in my eyes at least. In any case, today is one of the few days I have actually done homework for this class, so maybe it will go by faster. But I doubt it. Thursdays are the particularly punishing days of my schedule, when I go from 10am straight through to 2:30 with a half hour break that allows me to not enough time to run and eat something, and too much time to sit around in class waiting.. Basically a day in grade school without the two recesses and the lunch break. Gah.
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posted by swanky_little_duck @ 9:15 a.m.
3 Comments:
Yes, but your weekend starts today......
Okay, loved your message, always nice hearing your voice.............
NO......NEGATIVE.....FORGET IT.....I will not get you the book "waiting and waiting god damn it".............listen, if the bastard can not make an appointment then screw him I say.............
Now as for the other book......"you know, the one by the Greek".............hummm, yeah......the Greek one........you are a freak-oid.................and besides, you don't listen to anything this Greek says, why get a book to not listen too...............doo-doo head..............
Okay.......okay.........I feel your physic mental control at work........I have Lysistrata here (I think that is the one, you know....by the famous Greek....Artie)............but let me know.....
Could not God-damn find the "God-damn" book so I will stop off at Macondo today.........
Now you know money is very tight......so I thought I would try a new (cheaper) form of sending these to you..............I will make the books as light as possible and reduce shipping costs......yes.....I will use extreme heat to take out moister and excess weight......(set them on fire)........once you get them, leave them outside over night....with your extreme cold they should reconstitute back to normal.........
Big Kiss
P.S. Don't forget Nathan is Nine today!!!!
were you just too lazy to sign into hotmail and send me an email, or what???
Also, Sartre isn't greek. Neither is Samuel Beckett. I think you are turning into the dad from 'my big fat greek wedding.' You are giving play you like a greek origin. Not everyone is greek Dimitrious-- get over it!
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