Oh, you know. I've just been keeping myself busy with this and that and the other thing (although, if I'm going to be honest, I have to admit that the other thing is really what's been taking up the bulk of my time).
Yeah, I know you've been wondering why I haven't called lately, why all those texts stay unanswered in my inbox, why all those posts you've made to my Facebook wall have gotten no response, why I never even acknowledged that time you threw the brick through my window. (You know--the one with the ultimatum wrapped around it, secured with a piece of fraying twine?)
And believe me--I kind of feel like a jerk about it all. I sit in my room or on the couch and just think of all the great times we used to have and how bad I feel about the way I never seem to keep in touch with people and how I wish I had the time and energy to call people and chat it up or send an awesome lengthy email or, say, post to my blog for instance. Maybe.
And then I sigh and get back to working on assignments I've procrastinated until the day before that end up taking about 10 hours more than what I expected and I cut felt for a flannelboard story until my hands ache and I curse the dull scissors that I need to replace but I haven't really got the money and why the heck would I want to buy another pair of scissors when I'm most likely going to be moving sometime in the next seven or eight months and that'd be just one more thing to pack and I really kind of hope I pass all my classes this semester so I can graduate and get a real job so I don't turn into one of those over-30 folks who live in their parents' basements and make my family ashamed to be seen with me in public.
So, I'm sorry. I'm sorry because I know how it looks to you, and I just wanted to let you know that there are good reasons why I'm turning into an unresponsive hulk of Lizardbreath.
Thanks for being there, though. Thanks for understanding. Thanks for still liking me despite it all.
--Your loving Lizardbreath McGee
P.S. Oh, yeah. And you owe me 300 bucks for that shattered window.
P.P.S. Realistic (i.e. factual and uninflated) depiction of my sleeping schedule over the past few days:
Awake: Thursday morning at 6am until Friday morning at 3:30am
Asleep: Friday morning at 3:30am until Friday morning at 7:00am
Awake: Friday morning at 7:00am until Friday afternoon at 3:30pm
Asleep: Friday afternoon at 3:30pm until early Saturday morning at 12:30am
Awake: Early Saturday morning at 12:30am until slightly later Saturday morning at 4:00am
Asleep: Slightly later Saturday morning at 4:00am until Saturday morning at 6:10am
Awake: Saturday morning at 6:10am until BLOGPOSTTIME. Whenever that is. (i.e. NOW.)
I am trying to resist taking a nap. Please, please send good wakey-wakey vibes my way.
3 comments:
You'll never be able to pin the brick on me... I have an alibi (he's 2 1/2 and easy to bribe). Good luck with the flannel boards and know that someday, a better pair of scissors will find their way to you.
Holy sleep schedule! I'm nursing a baby who likes to cry all night, and I still have nothing on the busy student.
If you move to Pueblo, you can borrow my scissors - I have about 18 pairs, two of which young children may not approach within a 5 foot radius. They're sharp. Thought that it might be a great incentive to move here. :)
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