|
|
read more than I clean and I rock out to music in my car while driving to the inner city school for which I teach. I grade papers with a purple pen, eat healthy lunches, and try to stick to my promise of staying up till 11 when seeing concerts that I found in the listings of the City Paper. I love all my friends and stay up late when they make me, but if no one’s pulling my collar I fall asleep at 9 and wake up to my cat spilling my water glass on my half.com water stained Abbie Hoffman novel, on the floor, dropped and where I left it. I could go on and on! But I can’t…its quarter till 9 and I have to put down that last tile on my self renovated (eeek spells disaster!) bathroom floor.
|
|
|
|