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Turkey Anxiety
Nov. 21st, 2005 06:46 pmThis Monday feels like a Friday.
I woke up, kicked myself out of bed, had a splash of tea, and ran to class with an apple in one hand and my briefcase in the other.
The week's just began, and I'm already trying to pretend that I give half a shit about getting to class on time.
I'm not tired, I'm restless.
Most mondays, I hook myself to a coffee I.V. and hope it'll last me the week.
Most mondays, I get to Finance and doodle in my sketchbook to try to stay awake.
Most mondays, I'm still recovering from the weekend's festivities.
Today, I can't shake the feeling that it's the home stretch.
I blame the anticipation of a HUGE Turkey dinner.
~Kigs
I woke up, kicked myself out of bed, had a splash of tea, and ran to class with an apple in one hand and my briefcase in the other.
The week's just began, and I'm already trying to pretend that I give half a shit about getting to class on time.
I'm not tired, I'm restless.
Most mondays, I hook myself to a coffee I.V. and hope it'll last me the week.
Most mondays, I get to Finance and doodle in my sketchbook to try to stay awake.
Most mondays, I'm still recovering from the weekend's festivities.
Today, I can't shake the feeling that it's the home stretch.
I blame the anticipation of a HUGE Turkey dinner.
~Kigs
