May 09, 2007 11:16
well, in short, i'm a busybody who should be being much busier. but i truly believe there's only a very small amount of time i can go full force at once without dying. so, papers, you will be shitty. and math tests, you will be averagely passed. violin hands, you will hurt from hasty training.
and yet i seem to have time to finish FLOWERS FOR ALGERNON in quite a small amount of hours. it's an interesting book, but probably a better movie, now i want to watch it.
how perfectly grateful i am to have today, tomorrow and the day after that off work, unwisely though i may spend it... chewing the fat on ma celly, poking the fat on my legs when i get bored of walking around the house in my underwear...
i told the girl at work: i sure don't know about these handfuls of me i'm suddenly able to take hold of, cling to like floatation devices, i think the crap we munch on all day here is talking an out-of-control turn for the worst.
and she said: those are your -hips-. they happen somewhere around 19 - 21. i was scared too.
alas.
she is in the scoliotic over-competent yuppie-serving palestinian adopters club with me.
i just ate a good 1/2 box of mac n cheese, and feel like the best solution to this problem would be to take naptime a little early today, so goodnight. and good luck.