From June 21 Onward

Like Fine Chesapeake Sand Through My Fingers

January 4, 2003

Gasp.

         I just realized, thanks to my bro, that my winter break is coming very quickly to an end. I'm desperate. There's so much to do. Here's my itinerary:

1. Squeeze out as much time as possible by sleeping as little as possible.
2. Correct my messed up sleep schedule before school starts in a few days.

         So there's only two items. But they contradict, thus making it a much busier itinerary.
         It's crazy. I can't wait for Sunday, because then I'll see my friends at church and stuff. Yet I wish it were further away, because soon after, school will be again in session.
         Why can't it last forever? I remember waking up exhausted one morning and thinking, "Hmm...I don't have to get up...I don't even have to go to school for now..." For some reason, I awoke that morning with a delusion of grandeur that I was in control of my own reality. Dang. I had to go anyway.
         At least I have three (3) semi-regular viewers who I can complain semi-anonymously to. Semi-anonymous because I know who two (2) of them are, and I may have an idea of who the other one (1) is. Heh, 321. Isn't that neat-o-rific. I am amused much too easily.
         Recommended listening - Epiphany by Staind. Now that is great muzik. And I can't stretch this any longer, so goodnight.

~ Dris ~