Good night, Sleep.
I am in Plantz Hall's computer lab. It is 1:47 and something smells like fresh scent floral dryer sheets. I look around at the other students using the lab.
There is nothing remarkable about any of them that suggests floral-scented hygiene. They seem sloppy and intellectually engaged, which engages my sympathy.
The paper is coming along. It's a-coming. Do the professors wonder why I am involved in class, but chronically behind on projects? Perhaps the class load was, ah, indulgent. Time to stand and deliver.
Sleep just walked off toward Durkee St., where it will wait for me until after my morning class. It waves over its shoulder at me casually.
Wouldn't Julianne Moore make a sexy, level-headed shrew as Katherine Minola?
Make her an activist in the '50s and it's a whooole new Taming of the Shrew.
There is nothing remarkable about any of them that suggests floral-scented hygiene. They seem sloppy and intellectually engaged, which engages my sympathy.
The paper is coming along. It's a-coming. Do the professors wonder why I am involved in class, but chronically behind on projects? Perhaps the class load was, ah, indulgent. Time to stand and deliver.
Sleep just walked off toward Durkee St., where it will wait for me until after my morning class. It waves over its shoulder at me casually.
Wouldn't Julianne Moore make a sexy, level-headed shrew as Katherine Minola?
Make her an activist in the '50s and it's a whooole new Taming of the Shrew.