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walkingshadow) wrote2002-03-31 07:43 pm
walkingshadow) wrote2002-03-31 07:43 pm
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goes to visit his mommy
she feeds him well
his concerns he forgets them
and remembers being small
playing under the table and dreaming
I have done nothing but eat for the past four days. My mother is such an amazing cook. My aunt and uncle were in town with their almost three-year-old son, who is adorable, and I hadn't seen them since last Passover. A pretty good vacation, all told. Still tired.
My brother doesn't have as much fun in the car as I do. When I drive on my own, it's screamingly boring no matter what, but the music's up and I make myself hoarse singing. Michael doesn't like the same high-energy stuff, and he's not really into shouting along with it. I wasn't even going to try him with High School Confidential. And I don't like music as background noise; either it's loud and clear and you're listening to it, or it's off and you're thinking about other things. So the drive home was pretty interminable, even though it only took four hours and twenty minutes or so. We would have made it back in under four, but just above Orlando everyone on the Turnpike decided to slow to a crawl for no discernible reason, unless it was to gawk at the fender bender on the side of the road. Idiots. I still need a paper topic. Also, a work ethic could come in handy.
she feeds him well
his concerns he forgets them
and remembers being small
playing under the table and dreaming
I have done nothing but eat for the past four days. My mother is such an amazing cook. My aunt and uncle were in town with their almost three-year-old son, who is adorable, and I hadn't seen them since last Passover. A pretty good vacation, all told. Still tired.
My brother doesn't have as much fun in the car as I do. When I drive on my own, it's screamingly boring no matter what, but the music's up and I make myself hoarse singing. Michael doesn't like the same high-energy stuff, and he's not really into shouting along with it. I wasn't even going to try him with High School Confidential. And I don't like music as background noise; either it's loud and clear and you're listening to it, or it's off and you're thinking about other things. So the drive home was pretty interminable, even though it only took four hours and twenty minutes or so. We would have made it back in under four, but just above Orlando everyone on the Turnpike decided to slow to a crawl for no discernible reason, unless it was to gawk at the fender bender on the side of the road. Idiots. I still need a paper topic. Also, a work ethic could come in handy.