|
I'm failing all my classes and I don't read enough, though I'm about to study and I was singing at work today. I had a whole lot of icy, green refined sugar.
I was balancing on the back wheels of a wheelchair in the front lobby after work. Nothing is so simply entertaining. It's the perfect mixture: the thrill of doing something potentially dangerous with the comfort of sitting down.
=====
"Gotta get ready for the real world."
|