In The Begining
In the Begining, I woke up on the day after Thanksgiving, only to find the hour had well surpassed what i thought it should have been, 3:34..PM. I took a double take at my alarm clock, and then allowed my eyes the time to focus in on the clock across the room, on the wall. Finally i directed my attention to the watch on my wrist, or rather, my wrist watch. Finally convinced, i let my head fall back onto the pillow, throwing the covers back over my head. I sighed the elongated sigh of a person who has just realized they've slept the day away.
Then, to further complete this line of events, i stared blankly at the ceiling for 15 minutes, basking in the depleting traces of bodily warmth i had successfully sent flowing to the corners of my bedsheets throughout the preceeding night. When the last remnants of comfort had vanished, and i could find no other cause to remain in this idle state, i wrestled myself from the conglomeration of blankets and pillows. At long last, I stood at my bedside glaring at the ragmuffin of a girl staring back at me from the full length mirror oposite my bed. God, what a day.
I meandered my way down the stairs, feet dragging, into the bathroom. I was once again appauled and disgusted by my reflection in the mirror, and allowed a few fleeting thoughts to cross my mind. (1) What in Gods green earth had persuaded my mother to invest in such a large, overpowering mirror? A mirror is evil if you cant escape from it when you've had youre fill of "beautiful physique." (2) Why arent there curtains on mirrors? If someone can have the desire to pull the drapes down on the outside world, a window, what makes people think we will always want to look in mirrors?
(3) Wow, im crazy.. can we move on?
So I began to brush god only knows how many hours of plaque and gingivitis off the surface of my teeth.Thats how it felt anyhow. I also busted out the floss and listerene. If youre gonna do it, do it all, am i right?
Now that i had accomplished a sparkling, clean smile (watch: t wasn't), I continued to go about my day. After many hours of wasted time and fruitless efforts to become useful, I landed myself in this very chair, and took it upon myself to insert this entry into the endless, enticing files of my humanity. If youd care to read this entry, simply scroll to the top.
Then, to further complete this line of events, i stared blankly at the ceiling for 15 minutes, basking in the depleting traces of bodily warmth i had successfully sent flowing to the corners of my bedsheets throughout the preceeding night. When the last remnants of comfort had vanished, and i could find no other cause to remain in this idle state, i wrestled myself from the conglomeration of blankets and pillows. At long last, I stood at my bedside glaring at the ragmuffin of a girl staring back at me from the full length mirror oposite my bed. God, what a day.
I meandered my way down the stairs, feet dragging, into the bathroom. I was once again appauled and disgusted by my reflection in the mirror, and allowed a few fleeting thoughts to cross my mind. (1) What in Gods green earth had persuaded my mother to invest in such a large, overpowering mirror? A mirror is evil if you cant escape from it when you've had youre fill of "beautiful physique." (2) Why arent there curtains on mirrors? If someone can have the desire to pull the drapes down on the outside world, a window, what makes people think we will always want to look in mirrors?
(3) Wow, im crazy.. can we move on?
So I began to brush god only knows how many hours of plaque and gingivitis off the surface of my teeth.Thats how it felt anyhow. I also busted out the floss and listerene. If youre gonna do it, do it all, am i right?
Now that i had accomplished a sparkling, clean smile (watch: t wasn't), I continued to go about my day. After many hours of wasted time and fruitless efforts to become useful, I landed myself in this very chair, and took it upon myself to insert this entry into the endless, enticing files of my humanity. If youd care to read this entry, simply scroll to the top.
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