Wednesday, October 8, 2008



In class. Mom drove me.
I fell asleep before class and grouched at her when she woke me up.
Can't think.
Can't breathe.
Called yesterday to get refill of doxycycline--sounded positive.
Hadn't been called into pharmacy.
Got a couple to tide me over.
Can't hold my neck up.
I'm volunteering at the library tomorrow... or something; I have no idea what's going on.
Class tomorrow night.
Staring into space.
Blob child.

I think I need to talk to people/professors/advisors about doing schoolwork at home... because I really shouldn't even be here.

1 comment:

Lauren Burke said...

I just re-read this one. It looks like an extended haiku. :P "Poetry of the brain-dead."