No, I'm not a zombie
September 05, 2002 2:43 a.m.
"But there never seems to be enough time to do the things you wanna do once you find them..." - Jim CrocheThe slight scent of spearmint wafts through the air, still left from hours ago when I dressed for the day. My nose runs from the constant battering of pollen and ragweed against my poor, defenseless sinuses. I try a new balancing act with the air conditioner in the window, unsuccessfully trying to convince it that 66 degrees at medium power is the ideal setting. It doesn't agree with me and I am forced to fiddle with it yet again.
Jessie sits less than six feet away, designing her folders for her fall classes and making us 'purdy' schedules for the dorm room door. Thursday is Jessie's day to sleep in and do nothing until 4pm... but it's my day from Hell! I need to be in class in just over six hours, so WHY am I still sittin here? I couldn't possibly begin to come up with an answer. I want to crawl into bed and sleep for a year, but in two second I'll want to go to the gym. I'm torn between stasis and pure energy; ambition and sloth. So here I sit, on the middle ground. Not asleep, but not really awake. But I know that I'm better off than most people. At least I'm only like this in the middle of the night, not every minute like the 'normal' zombies that walk today's streets.
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