"Life gets easier once your brain begins to die."
It's 11:30 am, and I should be getting ready for class.
But I'm not.
All I have to do is get dressed, and get my arse off this chair.
But I can't.
WTF is wrong with me?!
I really should go, especially since we're having a very important CCC meeting about tomorrow's big outreach event.
But, I can't even stay for the whole meeting, since I have to leave early for work.
By the time I get to school, and find a parking spot, and walk from the parking lot (or the street 2 blocks away that I always park on) to class, it's going to be like 12:15.
And I hate being late to class.
Going in while the teacher is talking, everyone staring at you as you try to find a seat.
It's even worse 'cause in our philosophy class we move the chairs and make a circle around the class, so you basically walk through the middle of the circle to get to a seat.
Okay, I've decided what to do.
I'm gonna get dressed.
I'm gonna walk all the way to my car. (I had to park way down on Stanton in a church parking lot since I can't park on the streets here on Tuesday mornings -- the street sweep thing -- I already got a ticket)
I'm gonna go to school.
I'm gonna find parking (in 30 minutes).
I'm gonna go to the bookstore and finally get the philosophy textbook.
On second thought, screw it.