Sunday, August 22, 2004

Pause

This sucks. It's summer, and I'm spending all weekend in my apartment working because I'm behind schedule. Where have the idyllic summer days of youth gone? Oh yeah, I didn't get my allotment. Oh well. A few more weeks and I'll be back in that comfortably enclosed world of school, where there are no worries outside of a few controllable areas. Real life doesn't seem to agree with me. I'm beginning to see the appeal of staying in school forever. Maybe I'll do a couple of phDs or become a teacher or something. That sounds right.

Ah, back to work. The damn pizza delivery guy recognises my voice by now. It's beginning to feel like Max Palevsky. Trapped inside hammering away at my work, occasionally pausing to call for delivery. Can a person become nostalgic for something that happened 2 months ago? That shouldn't be allowed.