Happy Go Lucky Days
This was one of those days, you know the ones, which are happy go lucky, when nothing goes wrong, when the sun shines and the birds chip just for you. This was one of those days. I woke up to the sound of birds outside my window at 3am, what a lovely way to start the day. The birds welcomed the morning and helped me to welcome the morning as well. I was not so grumpy then at being woken up. I got up and performed my daily mad dash to get out the door in ten minutes. How sad it is that I never make it. However once I'm out my door, down the flight of stairs and through the outer door to the cold rush of air that characterizes the early morning, I'm struck by the brightness of the sun and freshness of the day. It is simply beginning.
I walk down the street at my customarily quick pace. I just don't like feeling like a slug when I walk. Walking is the slowest form of transportation, and although it is the one I chose, I still lament that it is so SLOW. It takes me exactly 25 minutes to get to work, so if I don't leave on time I try to rush, to try to make up for that lost time, since somehow I haven't gotten it into my thick head that no matter how fast I go, if I do not run, it will take me 25 minutes to get to work. The neighborhood is fairly quiet until I reach the downtown area. The streets are filled with people on their way to work if I am on time. If I am late, as I was this morning, the streets seem eerily empty as the people who are on time (not me!) have already reached their destinations. I hurry along, now painfully aware that I am going to be late to work again.
When I reach my office I glance quickly at the clock. Of course I'm ten minutes late, because I left ten minutes late, and I didn't run. Who wants to be sweaty at work because the sun is out on an early spring morning? I put my bag away and sit down at my desk.
Work ensues.
Finally it is time for me to leave. I'm glad the task of work is completed, but this is only the beginning of my day. Now I must rush off back home and off to class. My return walk is not as "fresh" as the one in the morning. Now the sun is fully out and the day is warm in the sunlight. The uphill climb is not as easy and the downward rush early in the day. By the time I reach my apartment I am worn and hot. I relax for the ten minutes I am allotted before rushing off to class. Today the class will discuss plays. I write a dialect filled sketch of two football players who curse the sky deaf. Class is a amusing because of the charismatic actor who sits next to me and makes faces at me every time the teacher tells the class to partner up with the person seated next to them. I'm always smiling in return. It makes me happy to smile back at his easy happiness.
After class I wander back home to do some chores and finish up homework for the next day. After having finished most of work, leaving the reading for just before bed, I commence slacking off, which includes the internet and this blog. Now I think I'll say goodnight to you and return to slacking off.
Originally written April 2, 2007
And then you say hi to your awesome roommate at the time, right?
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