Donkeys are like onions.
With the real world knocking on my door, I've been burying myself in fantasy, trying desperately to escape reality.
I've got three weeks to drink myself into a nightly stupor. Three weeks to sleep in until noon, to party until the sun comes up. Three weeks to eat poorly, live wildly, throw caution to the wind. Three weeks left on my free pass to sinful pleasure. Three weeks left to use the socially acceptable excuse, the explain all, "I'm just a college kid."
So here I sit at the library. Day three. Book three. This is my wild ride. Losing, if only for an hour, all sense of reality, living through text, page by page.
I've got three weeks to drink myself into a nightly stupor. Three weeks to sleep in until noon, to party until the sun comes up. Three weeks to eat poorly, live wildly, throw caution to the wind. Three weeks left on my free pass to sinful pleasure. Three weeks left to use the socially acceptable excuse, the explain all, "I'm just a college kid."
So here I sit at the library. Day three. Book three. This is my wild ride. Losing, if only for an hour, all sense of reality, living through text, page by page.