…one more time

Good

as of late
things have been.
It’s raining. My room’s a mess — at least what’s left of it. Clothes and shoes scattered everywhere, traces of indecision as to what to wear, and where to wear it. 
I have too much stuff.
There’s a  half-eaten nutty bar sitting on the shelf across the room. I’m contemplating getting up to retrieve it, but realize it’s not worth the effort. It’s been sitting in my hot, sticky room all day and the chocolate is undoubtedly adhered to the wrapper. 
I said some goodbyes today.
Tomorrow brings the last day of the semester, a relief of sorts. Then it’s home for several weeks to seek opportunity of earning some change, followed by my return to f.m. — with any luck, more than I left with, monetarily speaking. 
I feel poor. 
It comes to my attention that I have broken two mirrors in the past week. Basically, I am doomed and the next 14 years of my life are looking pretty shady. Dang.
This has been a day in the life — sorry so ridiculous.
—jc

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