Sunday, February 20, 2005
It turns out that I am no longer young and spry. I tried to go out last night. Well, actually we did go out. It's been a long time since I went to bed with my hair smelling like an ashtray. It's been a long time since I wondered if you could still Get Late At the Bell at this particular hour. It's been a long time since I drank beer from a little plastic cup. It's been a really long time since I heard someone use the word "kegerator" in casual conversation. I'm so sleepy today and all I can think about is that I have to go to work tomorrow. And that the writing test is in two days. And that I have to compose a so-so kidesque story so we can practice revising tomorrow and all I can think about it that my pillowcase smells like an ashtray. I gotta go change my sheets or I'm never going to get any work done. That and it's 80 degrees outside and I'm dying to play tennis. Or lay out. Or wash my car. I heart Texas winters.