Twelve days from now is my new holiday
So I woke up this morning incredibly disoriented, thinking it was in fact tomorrow. Damned neurotoxin! After arguing with the sky, my tv, my clock, and my iPod about this I settled down to get ready for my Wendesday. Then I discovered a steak in my fridge patiently waiting to be grilled up for breakfast. Yes it was delicious. A little salt and olive oil, so as not to detract from the wonderous taste of grilled beef. After having made my single room fill with that glorious scent I went about making a bowl of cornpops and realized that the world had not in fact lied to me, but that I am, instead, unable to recall the actual date first thing in the morning. I was truly grateful for this as I had a paper that I hadn't finished the rough draft of that I needed to e-mail to one of my professors today. As today is Tuesday and not Wendesday I managed to do this without a hitch.
I want it to be next Thursday already so I can start celebrating my graduation with ludicrous amounts of alcohol.
Breathe deep, seek peace,
-RS
Addendum: That last bit is not a good idea, it is, in fact, the exact opposite of a good idea.
I want it to be next Thursday already so I can start celebrating my graduation with ludicrous amounts of alcohol.
Breathe deep, seek peace,
-RS
Addendum: That last bit is not a good idea, it is, in fact, the exact opposite of a good idea.