It's Monday evening in this, the third week of January, in the year two thousand and nine. And I am ready for another winter break. School has really been dragging lately. I mean draaaggginngg. Like they do with the boats after they find a body in the harbor or something. And it's slow, something awful. Like cold molasses. But soon we'll have a four day weekend. And that'll be nice, for a while. But then it's back to the old grind, and until spring break too. But after that, just a few weeks until summer. And that, will be nicest of all. On those warm thoughts, I leave you. Good night, and good luck. And if Morgan Freeman were narrating my life, he would here say:
"And so Dylan turned off the computer, and proceded to climb - both up the stairs and into his bed - and there he lay until morning; all the while his mind a-thrum with the comings and goings of dreams. "
2 comments:
i don't think you know it, but i like this post, a whole hell of a lot. and i've read it a lot. and the last part of it still brings a smile on my face.
thank you.
I like this one a lot too.
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