I Want to be Home
It's 5:30 in the morning. My philosophy paper is supposed to be twelve-hundred words long. I have one-hundred fifty-three. Clearly this isn't getting finished tonight.
I want to be home. I want to be sitting in Carabou with my mother and father and sister, drinking a Manhattan and showing my father what one tastes like. I want to be enjoying life with my family, seeing my friends, going to see Rent, dance at the celie, even at the lindy hop deal thing.
Instead I'm here.
I want to not have to worry about this business any more. Tomorrow's going to be a very fun time, let me tell you.
Don't ask me what's wrong. I've just got to get through today.
I want to be home. I want to be sitting in Carabou with my mother and father and sister, drinking a Manhattan and showing my father what one tastes like. I want to be enjoying life with my family, seeing my friends, going to see Rent, dance at the celie, even at the lindy hop deal thing.
Instead I'm here.
I want to not have to worry about this business any more. Tomorrow's going to be a very fun time, let me tell you.
Don't ask me what's wrong. I've just got to get through today.
