2003-08-22 - 4:56 p.m.
And all of a sudden, there's nothing to do. ... The computer stares back at me, all blank faced. Kirk already packed up and left. I've already returned most of my study manuals to the library. Pens lie around with the singular purpose of looking pretty. My calculator, once exclaiming impatiently on the screen "battery_low", can now rest in peace. I breathe, and the dust in the room is rarely troubled. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Absolute heaven, for one day. |