The days leading up to going back to school have been great. Sleep in (relatively) late, eat a nice breakfast, then read, research obsessively the albums I’m going to buy used from this guy on craigslist, basically do whatever. At six, Seinfeld comes on. Then after that are the Twins games, and I’ve been watching those—half reading. The only thing I haven’t really been doing is writing, and that’s because I’ve been wanting to write first thing in the morning, but when you wake up with pain from your recent wisdom teeth removal, it kind of defeats the purpose.
I haven’t had hardly any bits of romance or love or even flirtation recently. But living the way I am write now, so leisurely, do I really care?
Posted August 25, 2010 at 4:18pm
