30 minutes
30 more minutes of this
of sitting here under burning lights of doom
of surfing online and finding more ideas than i know where to start
of small talk with people i only see on a sunday
of listing to five different types of music at once thanks to ipod speakers
of my head hurting because of the chick behind me and her extra layers of synthetic perfume
of the other strange girl that sneaks up behind me and rubs my head (the shaved part)
of sitting here staring at nothing but time and not knowing what to do with it after running out of sites to visit
30 more minutes of this and then i can go home and pretened it is 420 in my own little world
