that's the living

Getting away with it. It’s fun to do.

On Monday morning I feared the world and yearned for a pause button. With a groan I slid out of bed, thinking “Must I…?”
During a conversation last week I said to a friend, “When it comes to choosing work or pleasure, I always choose pleasure!” After a birthday weekend filled with excellent food and company, champagne, presents, and spending time with all of my favourite people, I was more than content. Still, though, I managed to delay reality for one more night, closing the door to the universe and putting everything on hold. Never mind why, dear reader, never mind why…
The result was that I got to uni on Monday morning, flummoxed, tired, giddy, and two parts nonchalant to one part stressed. I smoked a cigarette and thought over my weekend.
I was so behind.
But oh it was worth it.
Amazing what happiness can do, though. I rallied (after a good conversation with some peers who helped steer me in the right direction) and actually managed to piece together some homework that I needed to do. Excellent.
Then sunshine permeated everybody’s brain and my second class for the day was held outside. Everyone was cheerful, and it didn’t seem to matter that I was behind. Alright.
It’s nice to test yourself occasionally, to bid the world farewell and do exactly what you want to do knowing that it could result in a lot of trouble. I think it’s called living, non?
Oui.