11 December 2006

Je ne veux pas travailler

Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement oublier
Et puis je fume

-- Sympathique by Pink Martini
I slept through PT this morning. My supervisor came in to check on me afterwards -- "are you okay?" she asks. Meaning, really, "are you sick?" No, not sick, not hurt, just exhausted. But that's what happens when your roommates work different shifts than you do.

Which means that if I had second thoughts about moving out of the quad before, they are there no longer. As soon my new bed opens up, I'm dragging all my stuff down the hall.

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