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I'm eating this rice that has a strange crunch and aftertaste to it. Perhaps I should stop. But then again I'm quite hungry and find the interesting texture somewhat appealing.
I don't know why I told you about my rice, but maybe its because I'd rather talk about rice than everything else. I leave for spring break at 7:30 Thursday am, but getting to that point is going to take everything inside of me. My dumb self figured I could get packed over the weekend (didn't happen) and then work Mon, Tues, and Wed to get tips and such. However, now I'm really desperate to get out of work tomorrow night and I'm not sure it's going to happen. And I have so much laundry and a to do list that flys out the window. And there's that Glasgow show that I really would love to go to. And theres a huge possibly that I'll be at work for at least part of tomorrow night making it even harder to do everything I want to do. And theres a huge possibility that my mother won't make it through the night. I'm sorry mother dearest if after being a school all day and at work all night that I'm not coming home at 12:30 just itching to clean another kitchen and pleasantly discuss the details of my day.
I will let you in on the one thought that keeps me going through it all (if you haven't figured it out already). Thursday afternoon, the sun bright and warm, all my friends, the surf, the sand, and a big beach towel with my name on it. And all I will do is lay. I won't talk, I won't think, I won't move. I'll just lay... That is my light at the end of the tunnel.
I don't know why I told you about my rice, but maybe its because I'd rather talk about rice than everything else. I leave for spring break at 7:30 Thursday am, but getting to that point is going to take everything inside of me. My dumb self figured I could get packed over the weekend (didn't happen) and then work Mon, Tues, and Wed to get tips and such. However, now I'm really desperate to get out of work tomorrow night and I'm not sure it's going to happen. And I have so much laundry and a to do list that flys out the window. And there's that Glasgow show that I really would love to go to. And theres a huge possibly that I'll be at work for at least part of tomorrow night making it even harder to do everything I want to do. And theres a huge possibility that my mother won't make it through the night. I'm sorry mother dearest if after being a school all day and at work all night that I'm not coming home at 12:30 just itching to clean another kitchen and pleasantly discuss the details of my day.
I will let you in on the one thought that keeps me going through it all (if you haven't figured it out already). Thursday afternoon, the sun bright and warm, all my friends, the surf, the sand, and a big beach towel with my name on it. And all I will do is lay. I won't talk, I won't think, I won't move. I'll just lay... That is my light at the end of the tunnel.