Confessions of a Sunday evening
My refridgerator is broken. I just ate 24 hour old Chinese food out of a broken refridgerator. It still tasted good. So for my stomach is experiencing no adverse effects. It's 6:00 Sunday evening. I still have approximately 565,000 pages to read. I want to take a nap. I want to watch a DVD. I don't want to read my life away. I wish the weekend were longer. I wish homework didn't exist. I wish I didn't have group conference this week. I wish I didn't realize the inevitability of me falling asleep as soon as I start doing work. I wish I weren't so easily distracted, but actually I do. I like distractions, distractions are fun, they make life interesting, between all the reading. I would like to do with more distractions, I just wish there were no consequences to distractions. Damn homework, damn distractions, damn sleepiness, damn my broken refridgerator! It really should spontaneously start working again.
...Welcome to Raney's train of thought, plesantly optimistic, isn't it?
...I want a James.
...Welcome to Raney's train of thought, plesantly optimistic, isn't it?
...I want a James.