Spring Break
March 01, 2003 11:18 p.m.
I sit next to the front widow, typing away, slippers on my feet to fight off the chill, fighting for elbow space with the kitten next to me. I can hear the theme music of "Trading Spaces" trailing in on the draft from the next room. I try to get accostomed to the difference in keyboard positioning and having to type my passwords over and over instead of just saving them. I try to resist the draw of my messy room, telling myself that I can just get back to my spring cleaning tomorrow, knowing well that if I give in, tomorrow means next summer. I'm overdue for a shower, but seeing as the only people who can really see me are my parents and my cats, it's not a high priority. Instead, I collapse into the love seat that is just about 6 inches too short, once again remind my mother that I want a couch becuase I can't stretch out on it, and channel surf for the first time in weeks. I thoughtfully plan a midweek visit to my old high school trying to hit the perfect classes and to crash a few practices. After a while, I wander back upstairs, ready to try my hand at taming the wild bedroom one more time. After all... I have to sleep there tonight and I'm planning on going to church tomorrow.HAHAHAHAHA! Excuse me while I dissolve into horrible laughter! YOU get up at 8am to go to church? Not happening! You're just deluding yourself!
NO! My id is making an appearance... just like Jessie's. I hope this doesn't start happening often. Normally I only talk to trees.
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