coffee and cigarettes, please
maybe i don't need to add anything to the title. i just need some kind of action to get my eyes unstuck. i have twenty papers to grade in the next 2 days and i work 9 hrs at the library tomorrow! so i left my tobacco at home today since charlie and i agreed to quit after our last barrels emptied. i've already cheated and bought a pouch of Top...anyway, i'm terrible in the mornings, which is why i've sat here starting at the computer for the last 25 minutes, postponing starting my procrastination techniques of making a blog entry instead of grading. i could have coffee, but why have coffee when there's no cigarette to go with it?
i was 4 minutes late to my 8 o'clock class, and then i had to get more stuff from the office. i'm dedicated to riding my bike, and today was not good for cruising fast. kids going to school, jamming up the walkways...got behind a slow moving truck with exhaust fumes that left me temporarily unconscious. i came to just in time to avoid t-boning a school bus. i think i may have been playing footsie with aliens in the interim, but i'm trying to block that out. basically, it doesn't matter if i get up at 6:30 or 7:30, i'm always tearing it up trying to get to Grubby Hall before 8 a.m.
i will join you, tom, in expressing sorrow over the loss of the handwritten journal. why? perhaps because a blog is demanding. it needs to be fed and watered regularly. it needs to be petted and talked to. it will not tolerate being stored in the corner under a stack of papers, folders, or books for two or three weeks. it whines at night and wakes up early in the morning. and of course it nuzzles and licks and smiles and laughs and wags its tale or retracts its claws because it loves us. --should that be, "because we love us"?-- anyway, i just hope it doesn't crap on the carpet. i'll do the crapping around here.
i was 4 minutes late to my 8 o'clock class, and then i had to get more stuff from the office. i'm dedicated to riding my bike, and today was not good for cruising fast. kids going to school, jamming up the walkways...got behind a slow moving truck with exhaust fumes that left me temporarily unconscious. i came to just in time to avoid t-boning a school bus. i think i may have been playing footsie with aliens in the interim, but i'm trying to block that out. basically, it doesn't matter if i get up at 6:30 or 7:30, i'm always tearing it up trying to get to Grubby Hall before 8 a.m.
i will join you, tom, in expressing sorrow over the loss of the handwritten journal. why? perhaps because a blog is demanding. it needs to be fed and watered regularly. it needs to be petted and talked to. it will not tolerate being stored in the corner under a stack of papers, folders, or books for two or three weeks. it whines at night and wakes up early in the morning. and of course it nuzzles and licks and smiles and laughs and wags its tale or retracts its claws because it loves us. --should that be, "because we love us"?-- anyway, i just hope it doesn't crap on the carpet. i'll do the crapping around here.
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