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three hour chat It's seven thirty in the morning and I should probably get into the shower sometime in the next hour. Once again I had fallen asleep on the couch and have to think for a moment or two to remember the last time that I slept in my bed. Sleeping on the couch seems to be one of my bad habits if one can call that an act of being bad. What does bad really mean after all? Is sleeping in bed considered good by that standard? The sun has risen but isn't visible and there are cars in the grocery store parking lot across the street. Why they are there is beyond me. Perhaps they are rushing to get some last minute ingredients for the meal of the day. I don't know and more importantly I don't care. Yes, it truly feels like a holiday. Okay, that may not be the pop culture television induced version that people strive so hard to mimic, but for me no sense of urgency is enough of a holiday. As of now I have no idea when the big meal of the day starts. My parents may have tried to call and tell me last night, but I was talking on the telephone for three solid hours with Jen. Now I don't do that kind of thing with many people, but with her it seems to be a common occurrence. That last line wasn't meant to be a complaint just an observation. What I should have been doing last night was working on my final paper of the semester which is due next Thursday. Unlike other people this will not be a weekend of shopping and or relaxing. I'll be working and scrambling to finish that paper so that I can enjoy a week off from work starting Sunday. Oh, I did write a small amount about the last two days but have yet to upload them and I'm not sure why either. One of them has to do with my current crush and the other one is just general observational stuff. |