old (2007), Uncategorized

i do not want to…

…go to school.
…leave my house.
…get dressed.
…take the “L” or the bus.
…do any work.
…fix my hair.
…put on makeup. or perfume.
…brave the cold.
…remain particularly chipper.
…make lunch.
…stay awake.
…be responsible.
…put in my contacts.
…stop listening to dmb live trax vol. 6.
…wash dishes.
…write my 1,000 words today.

I do, however, want to crawl back into bed, snuggle up with all my pillows, and sleep for the next 12 hours. We all know what wins out, though: Catholic guilt mixed with my Protestant work ethic, resulting in my doing the dishes, eating lunch, making myself all pretty and nice smelling, then slushing through the streets of Lincoln Square and hopping on the #49 express bus to the Blue Line, where I’ll wait 20 minutes for a train to take me to hell and back. And when the morning light comes streaming in, I’ll get up and do it again…
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