The opening lines of Bandslam:
"Monday mornings are entirely irrelevant in Cincinnati... and then there's school. Or more accurately, Guantanamo and the Lunch Period."
How apt, I found.
And so it was that I had planned with all my human will to wake up as close to when I normally wake up for work as possible, so that I would feel satisfied at using every non-working minute at my own choosing; then it dawned upon me that nothing is really open that early, and so I slept in a little longer, Facebooked thereafter (what else does one do with some hours of nothing to do) and read the papers before finally leaving the house to to go through my list of things to do/places to go - Breakfast and the above movie, Borders sale and lunch, check out Mac Mini and other stand-alone CPUs for my possible purchasing, meet friends for dinner and drinks at Holland Village. Can't say I would have felt any better if I had indeed left the house at some ridiculous hour; after all, I have my fair share of that on an alarmingly regular basis already.
It does bug me that I'm unable to put something cooler after the usual "John, 19, ________"; somehow even though virtually everyone else that's important to me goes through the same stuff doesn't make it seem any less of time spent in an unreal reality, an Unreality. Previously it had been meant to be an undulation in the course of my life; then it was meant to be fully embraced in all fulfillment and success; now, it's just the passage of time, and rather uncomfortably at that.
