This day is an error

I woke up before six a.m.

Cooked rice and swept floors

While singing Sugarcult’s Memory.

Before I wake at 7, but not today. Not today.

When was the first time I cooked rice and swept floors?

I can’t remember. I can’t tell.

Classes will bell at 10. Have I studied?

Or at least read readings?

No? Not yet? Why? Is the dream of Suma

Used up? Or perhaps it will only remain as it was? A dream.

Oh I remembered. I dreamt kissing

Kierra Knightly on the lips. How I miss my ex

Who now spends royalty on top of the Sears.

Is there anything else to be done?

The laundry is heightening like the Everest.

How I wish someone would come and wash all these.

I’m tired of working and studying, eating and sleeping.

Is there anything else to be done?

It’s almost 9. Something’s burning. Shit the rice!

I won’t read the stories. Guess I’ll skip class.

Set the laundry for tomorrow.

It’s the same excuse like yesterday.

~ by fyxe on February 21, 2007.