| [o@d] Unattainable Laxation |
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Violently agitated and highly implacable, I savor the time in my unproductive hour. My hypothetical fortune, it's like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning.
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Monday, December 10
don't let anyone ever tell you that i can't accomplish the unaccomplishable... because, i can. and it only took me 8 hours.
+++ hall smell update: glue, and lots of it. +++ Sunday afternoon we had a fire drill. I was washing my hands at the time the alarm went off. i exited the bathroom and i walked back to my room as nonchalant as always and grabbed my keys. no one was on their way out yet. my roommate asked me if we really had to go outside, and i said yeah because they come around and check to see if everyone's out. as i left my room a kid ran towards the door of the stairwell screaming, "we're all gonna die!" i laughed, as did everyone else. it's good to know he can joke about what could ultimately be his untimely death, isn't it? after everyone was out, and as we were all crowded outside exposed to Pullman's freezing temperatures i turned to a friend and said, "too bad there isn't actually a fire, because then at least it'd be warmer out here..." it's good to know i can joke about what could ultimately be my untimely death, isn't it? Slapped up here on 12/10/2001 01:25:00 AM by: Me, Suzy...
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