I'm good at it, I've mastered it, avoiding, avoiding everything.
So I'm sick, which means I just woke up.
I don't think I'm actually sick. It's more likely that the stress has finished cauterizing my brain and has moved on to the rest of my body. But apparently the cautery has given me a fever, and now I have to miss yet another day of school, which, I can promise you, is more injurious than a day of bed-rest.
"I know nothing (now that I know you).
My face goes blank
My eyes go open gates
and the world can go (in them).
It can make us wealthy
and take away
so
I hold nothing (now that I hold you)."
Water Meter Guy interrupted my train of thought. He was incredibly enthusiastic about reading meters. It's strange, thinking about how people ended up in certain jobs.
It would be neat to be an astronaut.
It might just be that I think it would be neat to actually avoid the entire planet for a while.
You can spend a few days in space and when you get back, real time will have fixed everything.
That's obviously how it works.
[Sometimes all you really need is an opening sentence to make everything more manageable.]
Found my train of thought. (Brain train?)
I'm supposed to call Liz Forman of Kenyon to ask if it would make sense for me to do my interview on campus.
Normally this would not be an issue, but I don't want her to say no.
Normally this would not be an issue either, but if I lie and say she said yes, my parents waste a fair amount of money getting me on a plane and such.
Not even the manipulative bitch in me can find a solution.
I may just have to grow up and stop putting so much stock in everything. I should probably grow up anyway.
If I get no work done in the next two hours, staying home will have officially done more evil than good.
I don't think I'm actually sick. It's more likely that the stress has finished cauterizing my brain and has moved on to the rest of my body. But apparently the cautery has given me a fever, and now I have to miss yet another day of school, which, I can promise you, is more injurious than a day of bed-rest.
"I know nothing (now that I know you).
My face goes blank
My eyes go open gates
and the world can go (in them).
It can make us wealthy
and take away
so
I hold nothing (now that I hold you)."
Water Meter Guy interrupted my train of thought. He was incredibly enthusiastic about reading meters. It's strange, thinking about how people ended up in certain jobs.
It would be neat to be an astronaut.
It might just be that I think it would be neat to actually avoid the entire planet for a while.
You can spend a few days in space and when you get back, real time will have fixed everything.
That's obviously how it works.
[Sometimes all you really need is an opening sentence to make everything more manageable.]
Found my train of thought. (Brain train?)
I'm supposed to call Liz Forman of Kenyon to ask if it would make sense for me to do my interview on campus.
Normally this would not be an issue, but I don't want her to say no.
Normally this would not be an issue either, but if I lie and say she said yes, my parents waste a fair amount of money getting me on a plane and such.
Not even the manipulative bitch in me can find a solution.
I may just have to grow up and stop putting so much stock in everything. I should probably grow up anyway.
If I get no work done in the next two hours, staying home will have officially done more evil than good.