A series of "I" statements.

[shawnaree]

I wish Larissa was home.

I don't want to go to the Parental Advisory Council Tonight.
I slept from 4:30pm yesterday until 7:13am this morning.

I hate this sweater on me.
I think I'll stop wearing it.

I filled out my midterm today, it's 8 pages.
I'm sick of thinking about pedagogy.
I don't want to read any more "how to be a teacher" books.
I think I offended Annika, when I only meant to be clever.

I really want to write, but I'm not motivated.
I think that's because it's raining.
I love the rain. G-d is in the Rain.

I should fill out the invitations to my graduation.
I can't believe I graduate in December.
I wonder who will want to come.
I wonder if I should have a "reception", or if we won't all fit.

I love my ratfaces so fuckin much.
I wish Rupert was lump-free.
I don't know what to do about that, other than call the vet.
I also don't want to clean the rat cage, but it needs to be done.
I wonder if the ratfaces can jump out of the bath.
I doubt it. We've got a claw-footed tub. It's huge.

I wonder where Larissa is. The calendar says she should be home.
I miss my roommate. The cat does too.

Where's the Chocolate?