I'm on it.
In 5 minutes, I'll receive a text message 10-minute warning from 48368, a.k.a. Google Calendar, saying I've got a RA meeting on Monday may 5th from 8 to 9pm to attend.
45 minutes after that, I'll get another text from the same number reminding me of the DHC meeting tonight. Upon completion of both the RA meeting and DHC meeting, I'll feel ignored and overworked, likely with a figurative pile of work to complete over the next couple days.
I'll come back to my apartment where Laura will be with Joe watching an anime on her laptop and I'll propose ordering from Apollo, even though I'm not hungry. We'll probably watch Kill Bill until the food gets here. Once the movie's over, Laura will say she has to get up early tomorrow and head to bed, Joe will leave soon following.
I'll surely get a text from Ryan about going on a walk tonight, which I may or may not consider. Odds are, I'll feel sleepy and be reminded of how overworked feels and call off the walk. I'll probably wear the black striped pajama pants to bed tonight, and I won't actually get to sleep until much later because of texts received from TJ and Alex Bodt.
Some days, I feel completely on top of the world.
Ah, there goes my phone.
45 minutes after that, I'll get another text from the same number reminding me of the DHC meeting tonight. Upon completion of both the RA meeting and DHC meeting, I'll feel ignored and overworked, likely with a figurative pile of work to complete over the next couple days.
I'll come back to my apartment where Laura will be with Joe watching an anime on her laptop and I'll propose ordering from Apollo, even though I'm not hungry. We'll probably watch Kill Bill until the food gets here. Once the movie's over, Laura will say she has to get up early tomorrow and head to bed, Joe will leave soon following.
I'll surely get a text from Ryan about going on a walk tonight, which I may or may not consider. Odds are, I'll feel sleepy and be reminded of how overworked feels and call off the walk. I'll probably wear the black striped pajama pants to bed tonight, and I won't actually get to sleep until much later because of texts received from TJ and Alex Bodt.
Some days, I feel completely on top of the world.
Ah, there goes my phone.
posted by Elliya at 7:46 PM
Where the music is trapped. 
1 Comments:
Pfft. You wrote this way before I even texted you fool. And you're not psychic, but for whatever reason, you're ALWAYS in my head! And vice versa!
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