mardi, mai 23, 2006

here

Currently listening to: Dave Matthews Band - "Satellite"


A fair allotment it gave me chaque jour.
Cada día, 2 hours, multiple times.
After two hours, there was still that spare span of the 10 to 15 minutes before insufferableness-- that point at which the entire undertaking had scoowampled to be totally futile, if not thoroughly and hopelessly enervating.



Here, I only have 10 minutes.
It does not wait. I am given nine-plus-one, quoth him nevermore.


My college coffee maker temporarily named Mary Sutherland may have been by far a cheaper purchase than this present unnamed unwonder, but it has always waited for me: at all times, day or night, granting sufficient flexibility as to when the perpetually warm-maintained coffee would make it into my system.

Our comradeship must have come from the necessary and not so all nighters, I reckon.