Saturday, April 26, 2008
Last night what began as an early-evening nap to revitalize myself for study became a fifteen-hour sleeping/tossing-over-in-bed fest. I took a break for about an hour to lie on the floor with my feet propped up on the recliner and the DVD player set on my tummy, to watch a few episodes of "The Twilight Zone" as I tried to drain the liquid out of my lower legs. As far as quarter-life crises go, other people probably have worse.
Birthday goodies received, 2008, #23:
from John: a hugOther birthday presents received included cards, dirty looks, and more food. Next year, I hope everyone sends toilet paper, for that is an expense I must make again presently; I have run clean out. For whatever reason, I resent paying for the privelege of wiping my ass. I used baby wipes at one point this year, but that luxury costs quite a bit more.
from Gilbert: an orange
from Michael: die Nachtricht, daß das Dasein eine Bedeutung hat
from James: an apple pie (which I forgot to take home)
from Curtis: a burger at work
from Tammy: a Fanta and chocolate fudge Poptarts
from Jenni: a book written by Kermit the Frog with lessons on life
from April: a screaming squirrel and an Oscar the Grouch journal
from George: a mood ring
Labels: apple pie, baby wipes, birthday, Fanta, feet, friends, hugging, Kermit the Frog, list, oranges, Oscar the Grouch, Poptarts, sleep, squirrels, The Twilight Zone
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:17 AM]
Fond, But Not In Love
Friday, March 21, 2008
I began work at Fuddruckers. With a few exceptions, I am older than everyone else, including the manager who drove me home last night (for my tank is still kaputt). I intend to bus tables for the next several months to pay off a credit card or two.
For the next two weeks, I am going to sit by my mailbox, awaiting financial aid decisions from three of the Classics programs that have accepted me. I have my books (ever so many books), and the weather has begun to warm.
I realize, of course, that my plans may be thrown awry from the small fact that I have not attended so many algebra classes this semester... but it should be offered again via correspondence over the summer. The end still is near.
For all the reading I do, one would think I could connect written and spoken sentences at least through punctuation, if not actual logic, but it seems my inability to sit still for more than three minutes at a time at a desk or before a computer inhibits lengthy transitional expression (present sentence perhaps excluded). Fore in my mind at the moment is the anticipation of my outing to the grocery store this evening for milk and oranges. I might forget about the oranges when I get there.
Labels: errands, financial aid, Fuddruckers, grad school, milk, oranges, Radiohead, working
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:47 PM]