play nice with life
School and life are not my friends. It’s the end of the week but it’s not a weekend. No. I think of all the things I’ve to do and I wanna cry. The craziness that started in December.. it never really ended. The brief respites alleviated little. It’s like a Simpsons episode where Homer would fall off the mountainside hitting every painful boulder on his way and then gets stuck on a branch sticking out; but then the branch breaks and he keeps falling. d’oh. d’oh to every day and every week this year has been.
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May 10th, 2008 at 3:31 pm
I remember that episode! Then Homer gets put in a stretcher in the back of the ambulance but somehow manages to fall out and off the mountainside again. But otherwise, hang in there – it will let up at some point.
May 10th, 2008 at 5:16 pm
thanks.
it’ll let up when I’m on a little island called Manhattan.