Friday, February 21, 2003
at 9:07 PMThe American Pasttime
I stayed home ill. The couch offered optimal comfort until 9:20 a.m., which is when I grew weary of watching "Regis and Kelly". I then hobbled about the house completing the laundry nightmare, studying for economics, and reading through Chapter Twenty-Five of the Donald.
The Father, unfortunately, elected to remain home as well in order to complete his work business. This did not much affect my routine, except it prevented me from spending the entire day attached to the computer. He relinquished the computer throne to read on the loveseat in the living room around noon. I warned him that reading in the dark (it was raining outside) would only speed the progress of his already-deteriorating eyesight, but I believe he ignored me.
I ought to sleep, as I must show myself at school tomorrow morning at 6:20 to catch The Big Yellow Twinkie (Jerrell Price's euphemism for "school bus"). However, my nap this morning does not leave me as tired as I usually am by this time. I suppose I could start reading Chapter Twenty-Six, which will likely induce me to a narcoleptic state in relatively short order.
After dinner I sorted through the plethora of papers (I only used "plethora" for the alliterative effect) I stuffed into my backpack over the past three weeks. Then I completed my precalculus homework, inaccurately, for certain. I had plopped my head on my desk (I had a headache) Thursday as Mrs. Hanson explained how to find the asymptotes of quadratic functions. Upon completion of the precalculus, I wrote half of my "senioritis" paper for the inglorious Katy High School Paw Print. I interviewed several chums, of whose answers Bryce Gillespie's were best. I particularly like his response to my inquiry as to the definition of senioritis:"The point at which the three regions of being- mind, body, and soul- are in complete and perfect harmony and resonate within their surroundings in a manner that generates jealousy in underclassmen."
Marvelous. I somehow doubt the varsity baseball players, my next interviewees, will provide any useful input. I shall consider it luck to receive something similar to:"Baseball has been very good to me."
Mayhaps plucking my eyebrows will make me sleepy.
