I got up this morning and looked at weather.com. “26 degrees? That’s barely even cold!” I went out to the bus and admired the gently falling snow, thinking happy thoughts. Then I got off the bus at St. John’s and was nearly transported to Oz by the killer brutal wind of death that somehow developed in my ten minute trip. I was literally blown down the stairs…okay, just one step, but that counts!
Some people have goals. I do not have the attention span for something like that. My goals are all about the here and now: I will get out of bed today. I will not fall asleep in class. I will take a nap now. I will do my homework now. I will go to bed. I have come to the conclusion that my main goal — some might say it’s my calling, my reason for living — is to sleep. I wake up against my will, I force myself to stay awake, I force myself to do my homework so that I can go back to bed without anything to worry about, and I finally go to sleep. Plus, the only truly interesting things that ever happen to me happen in my dreams. The other night, I dreamed Abby and Tony came to visit me and then I stole their car and went off-roading.
See? When would Abby and Tony ever visit me in the real world?