Passing through life
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
i turned the book on the next page. reading the sentences but not really seeing it. Sipping some scotch on the process. i needed to finish it. and it's three in the morning. the demonic witching hour. i heard some footsteps. looking up from my book i turned my head and waited for the person to emerged. no one. must have been the scotch in my head. the cavernous living room and i'm still awake. just me. lights dancing with the shadows. i eyes getting droopy.
*slap *slap
got to be awaked. got to be done with this. memorizing words i can't pronounce. sporothrica schlenkii... paracoccidodiodes brasiliences... blah blah blah. my tongue rolling on the words. can't even pronounce the shit and i've got to take the test. one whole book to memorize.
my fifth shot of scotch. huhums. and my most boring subject on my lap. what a way to spend last night.
and now got to review what i read. some still lingered on my mind. and some need to be reread. my brain is all fuzzy.
like the cinnamon powdered like colony of microsporum gypseum.
ta, ta for now.
