And I'm back. The usual Sunday routine was interrupted by some unforeseen circumstances so I've been home all afternoon. Know what I've done with most of the afternoon? Absolutely nothing. I have tons and tons of homework that needs to get accomplished, however, I'm not the type of person to get things done in a timely fashion. Now, I'm not a fan of being fashionably late but I am a fan of being almost fashionably late. So, I'm postponing this work until I can properly freak out at around midnight and deal with it in a hurried blunder.
To continue my procrastination, I'm going to tell a story. My feet are flippin freezing. After church, I had lunch and then got on the computer so that I can catch up on normal computer things (meaning things unrelated to homework). As I'm sitting here, I am frozen. Not even just a little chilly-- freezing. Maybe... maybe the heat isn't on. I look at the thermostat-- 62 degrees. Holy saint Francis. I've been sitting in 62 degrees for two hours. Who sets the thermostat that low?! I'm not Iceman. I don't like cold weather that much. As I think about this, I'm pretty sure it's a conspiracy. Someone hates me and they're attempting to stop me in my tracks by freezing me from the inside out. It's pretty smart thinking-- I'm a dangerous person.
If I could have anything it would be a good happy ending.
I love you, that's all.
--Carmen
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You don't like the cold??? I thought you and I were gonna switch places so that you could be in the north with the snow and cold and I could be in the south with the heat and the humidity??
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