Thursday, July 28, 2005

The Day After

It’s 4:30 in the afternoon and I am sitting in my pjs completing my usual morning coffee and internet routine. The signal that I steal from someone else’s wireless is never as strong at this time of day, but if I wave my laptop around the room a bit, it usually picks it up. This only mildly alters my AM ritual, which is good, because I can’t start the day without it.

I didn’t plan to have a late night that would require me to take a nap in the afternoon hours, but when it’s summer and you don’t have to work on your thesis the next day if you really don’t want to, why stop the fun simply because the sun is coming up?

The answer to that question is probably so that you don’t feel like ass, sitting around grossing yourself out with the sweaters on your teeth at an hour when most people are driving home from a day’s work. But the mind is funny a machine and if I don’t look at any clocks or pay attention to where the light is coming into the apartment, it feels like I have the whole day ahead of me.

4 comments:

Mrs. Kochel said...

What does it mean to "feel like ass"?

A curious friend

Anonymous said...

That's a bdoc-ism. Hard to describe, really, but it's yucky.

Anonymous said...

Welcome home, awm. I've been thinking about you.

Anonymous said...

I remember that movie. Very serious stuff for a twelve-year-old. I think it made my stomach hurt, as did the Outsiders. In fact, I threw up after that one. I was one stressed-out kid.