Woke up this morn', Wednesday.
Floods of dop-A-mine help force the
hike to the bathroom.
Having reached the middle of the week
never fails to have a humbling effect.
Minor mental calculations while teeth cleansing:
Monday was the 19th
Graduation: one month from Saturday
Yesterday was-
yesterday...
Piecing together last night.
Crashed, no, drifted into sleep
midway through fantasy involving
my social studies teacher/twentysomething/mac to my cheese.
Prior to dreaming, was the season finale
of...a show not worth mentioning.
But a show that certainly airs on MONDAYS.
Cue dop-A-mine reuptake.
Prompt Aquafresh to lose its kick.
Shit.
It's Tuesday.
Author notes
Transatlanticism
A contest entry
- Something Different! by Trent plus pen.
800 points, ended August 19, 2008, 50 entries
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