tuesday

My messager bag leaned against the door, ready to go to class but my body wasn't. I slept until the late morning sun had crept across my room and then laid around reading a book I should have read years ago. Eventually the melting snow's dripping become too steady for a comfortable read and I pulled on a pair of jeans from the pile of the floor. They were bigger than I remembered.
I shook every cigarette box on the coffee table with no luck. So I rolled a sloppy joint on my credit card bill, leaving tiny bits stuck to my list of purchases: the text books I'd yet to open, the records off the internet and countless wastes of time.
Eyedrops left sour trails down my cheeks I didn't bother to wipe away before I poured a cup of expensive coffee and sat down to check my email...


ever have one of those days when you feel like you're living in a cheesy dime store novel?