Slipping and spilling. Stuttering and… stuttering. What do I have? What miserly clutches of bended feeling? The contradicting mess of speak and do that I cannot rightly straighten. Tie myself to the corner of my limbo. Sleep with my devils. Do I bother beating feebly at a wall, any wall I can find? Dither and blather. Sway.
The chair’s too far from the desk to be comfortable. I’ve noticed this several times today, but not moved it. The garbage needs to be taken out. My essay needs to be written. But we all know what they say about passive verbs, don’t we? It’s party night, being that it’s Friday, there’s plenty of 50/50 inviting/uninviting party sounds infiltrating my room, but I decided I need to do work. And I do. But I don’t really feel like working. And I don’t really feel like partying. I’ll work anyway, I’ll take out the garbage, and I’ll move the chair closer to the desk. It’s a start!
I got a call-back for Lysistrata, that’ll be Monday. I’m sceptical of my chances this time around. But hopefully I will get lucky, as it were. Ronnie fell ill with tonsillitis and has been home for the last couple nights, he should be coming back Sunday, hope he’s feeling better. I slept through my comp lit party and my comm-stud review class. That was disappointing. The ep of 24 from this week keeps stopping halfway through, which is causing me consternation. Etc. I’ve been having some rather strange, vivid dreams lately. Etc. Etc.
Etc.
Adieu