How are my days? Lets just describe the mornings shall we?
I wake up to the bleating sound of my alarm, crying like some dying lamb. So I do exactly what I'd do to a dying lamb that awakes me from my rest, I hit it on the head really really hard. After having silenced it in a like manner some 15 times I am invariably risen from bed to go pick up Richard so we can go to the college chanting masochistic hymns. I spend class time desperately trying to fall asleep but the chairs have been cleverly crafted in such a way that a person standing 6'3" with a large frame is incapable of passing out on them. This is how my mornings go Monday-Friday.
As it was said while leaving class today: "Who the fuck thought up mornings anyway." To which I replied, "Yeah, and that damn sun too."
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timeasmymeasure
oh the angst
Date: 2001-01-22 10:46 am (UTC)I wake up to the bleating sound of my alarm, crying like some dying lamb. So I do exactly what I'd do to a dying lamb that awakes me from my rest, I hit it on the head really really hard. After having silenced it in a like manner some 15 times I am invariably risen from bed to go pick up Richard so we can go to the college chanting masochistic hymns. I spend class time desperately trying to fall asleep but the chairs have been cleverly crafted in such a way that a person standing 6'3" with a large frame is incapable of passing out on them. This is how my mornings go Monday-Friday.
As it was said while leaving class today: "Who the fuck thought up mornings anyway." To which I replied, "Yeah, and that damn sun too."