It's happened again. I've decided my ravings and written diarrhea are worth reopening to the "public." I must remain anonymous - I must protect the identity of the bat.
I think BattyBabe is lame but that's all I've got so far, and it's an accurate description.
I sit with flip flops and cold feet and a sweater - a walking ironic statement as always. Sundays are always the worst. Because I don't value them, because I feel the need to clean and work and grade papers that I've been putting off. Because I want to go on an adventure and stop watching TV. I am becoming a statistic and I'm not happy about it.
WORK SLEEP EAT CLEAN WATCH TV COMPLAIN WORK SLEEP EAT EXERCISE
Hopefully I'll be able to spread my wings soon and take some night flights. I'm starving for something to break up my routine.
That being said, I head to school tomorrow counting the last three weeks until XMAS break. I'm sure it will be here in no time. :)
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A dark and wondrous starry night full of flutterings and magic. This is the ripe hour for finding the lair of the bat, a most hidden and glorious cavern of mystery and delight.
1 comment:
Your previous animal name seemed friendlier. Oh well, at least a bat is still a mammal.
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