Sunday, September 25, 2005
Finished
Done. Totally done. Unpacked at the loft. Last box made it to the recycling bin. I am now completely moved in.
The first act of celebration? A ride on Mr. B to the Indie Café, where I encounter students, the more serious ones, congregating early Sunday evening to get their assignments in order. Me, I am done, finished, exhausted. No one will force me to crack anything tonight that would require effort, textbooks included.
A latte, leisurely sipped, nothing more. Done. Yes.
The first act of celebration? A ride on Mr. B to the Indie Café, where I encounter students, the more serious ones, congregating early Sunday evening to get their assignments in order. Me, I am done, finished, exhausted. No one will force me to crack anything tonight that would require effort, textbooks included.
A latte, leisurely sipped, nothing more. Done. Yes.
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Now I will begin thinking up fun ways to fill up some of that free time of yours.
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