English Breakfast
I woke up this morning and just lay there. I turned on U2's the Joshua Tree and poured some water from a pitcher into a mug and drank it. I thought about everything--why I wanted to get out of bed, first of all. On days when I have time to think, this is my biggest problem. Why do I want to get out of bed? What do I live for?
I live for breakfast. After a shower, I had eggs and cheese on an english muffin, two pieces of buttered and jellied toast, and a cup of irish breakfast tea with a little milk. Notice that dairy and chicken products were involved in every single one of these things.
I sat and watched father ted. It's raining outside, and everything is heavy and grey and green and it looks like England or Ireland or Wales. I had a dream that I was in some weird cottage where Mary lived, and it was set on the side of a hill, and she made coffee for my Speech professor, who drove me there, and she also made all these Norwegian Sourdough breads that were shaped like pianos (just the tableau part, not the legs or keys. Just that sort of curved trapezoid shape) Anyway. And then it turned into a production of the Lion in Winter, and I was Richard, and the french prince came and my mother was Elanor (but she's SO not Elanor) and I was confused because suddenly there was a heavy set lesbian witch with a "wife" who was actually this supernatural being--anyway I was really pissed because the script was being totally ignored.
I want Penn State to be here. I want spring to end, and summer to crawl by with it's hot misty heaviness that I HATE--I never hated Summer before Pennsylvania, but last summer was definitely one of the worst times I've ever had, and the summer before that was undoubtedly worse. I want August to come, and Erin to come with William, and I want enough money to pay for Penn State and I want to just BE there.
but mostly, I want the next two weeks to speed by, all my papers to get written and written well, and all my finals to crumple and die under my feet.
I'm sorty of lonely, but it's okay because I have Virginia Woolf.
And I have breakfast to look forward to.
I live for breakfast. After a shower, I had eggs and cheese on an english muffin, two pieces of buttered and jellied toast, and a cup of irish breakfast tea with a little milk. Notice that dairy and chicken products were involved in every single one of these things.
I sat and watched father ted. It's raining outside, and everything is heavy and grey and green and it looks like England or Ireland or Wales. I had a dream that I was in some weird cottage where Mary lived, and it was set on the side of a hill, and she made coffee for my Speech professor, who drove me there, and she also made all these Norwegian Sourdough breads that were shaped like pianos (just the tableau part, not the legs or keys. Just that sort of curved trapezoid shape) Anyway. And then it turned into a production of the Lion in Winter, and I was Richard, and the french prince came and my mother was Elanor (but she's SO not Elanor) and I was confused because suddenly there was a heavy set lesbian witch with a "wife" who was actually this supernatural being--anyway I was really pissed because the script was being totally ignored.
I want Penn State to be here. I want spring to end, and summer to crawl by with it's hot misty heaviness that I HATE--I never hated Summer before Pennsylvania, but last summer was definitely one of the worst times I've ever had, and the summer before that was undoubtedly worse. I want August to come, and Erin to come with William, and I want enough money to pay for Penn State and I want to just BE there.
but mostly, I want the next two weeks to speed by, all my papers to get written and written well, and all my finals to crumple and die under my feet.
I'm sorty of lonely, but it's okay because I have Virginia Woolf.
And I have breakfast to look forward to.