My body is so filled with it that I fear my skin might split, straight through the middle of me, allowing it all to gush out and splash onto the hot concrete, evaporating into the clear air, recondensing into fat, grey clouds on a summer afternoon, the electricity of my emotions slamming together as lightening bolts, crashes of thunder, and then the downpour.
Oh, look, it's Sunday. And I'm struggling to make myself work on the stuff I neglected on Friday, and yesterday. Like a naughty schoolgirl avoiding homework. I feel the same rebellious, kicking-dust-with-my-school-shoes feeling.
Is that my cool bed and book I hear, calling my name, ever-so-clearly?
Sunday, March 22, 2009
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4 comments:
I hear ya... also meant to be working.. have one article to complete, but just can't bring myself to do it...
blegh
Dude, uugh....keep your hair on! it's not that bad.
Although, saying that I'd much rather being catching up on your life than finishing my work.
Go rain on some one else's parade! i'm so funny.........nnnoott!
I'm bored brown owl, and I also appear to have reverted almost completely to a 14 year old who thinks Wayne's World rocks (not that it doesn't).
But Wayne's World does rock. And that's the point.
x
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