fiddle dee

She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone i know i know... mercutio was talking about me

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

...here comes another one!

another who?... deadline!

I remember the time in school with the double lessons and later on, triple lessons after a heavy meal of ugali and the all things heavy- staring listlessy at the clock on the wall, as my drooping head in hand seemed to get heavier, while the lines in my exercise book began to weave around and my eyes a crack open while the continual droning of one teacher or another, dropped pitch and grew more distant as I gave in to the lulling darkness, and sweet adolescent sleep.

"Why doesn't time ever get a move on?!"

Now all I think of day and night (yes, night!) is prioritising- reason, deadlines!

I just need 18 more hours in my day, then I can wonder what to do with all the time given me.

For someone who could have earned a degree in bumming without so much as breaking a sweat- I sure wouldnt have time to apply all that appertains to that degree in my life right now!

fashion, hair, work, man, workout, medicals, bills, nails and drat- time is almost up!

loving this!

Ran into Eve sometime... and speak of music to my eyes...

http://evesreflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-did-rain-start-beating-me.html