playing hooky

playing hooky
i woke up sick this morning
still aching and cold after a hot shower
and i can’t rest, can’t stop
i don’t think i can handle my duty
i’m a kid underneath the responsibility
i squirm and i daydream of running away

Well, I finished the term and and met all those responsibilities and then ran away and went more than a little crazy.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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2 Responses to playing hooky

    • m says:

      It’s an old one from the slush pile of my teens. I’ve been too busy to write much in the way of real posts so I’m cheating by using old work! Some it felt appropriate given that right now I’m in the middle of mid-terms and had forgotten how my perfectionist-side tends to react to exam pressure. I always rock exams and know I shouldn’t worry but I still stress about it and over-study.


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