30-hour famine
Comparative politics at 8:30 a.m. is hard enough. With an empty stomach and no caffeine, the class became almost unbearable.
My roommates often wake up to the smell of my mushroom, asparagus and cheese omelet. Making breakfast motivates met to get out of bed at 6:30 a.m. Today I skipped the most important meal of the day and I couldn’t feel worse. Still, my biggest fear going into this challenge was not having coffee. Starbucks wakes me up every morning and keeps me occupied during long boring lectures.
I breathe Starbucks.
Adventureland
I was all sweaty brow and awkward smiles when the first $10 bill landed in my outstretched palm. I was almost apologetic when I handed the unsuspecting players their seven darts and told them tentatively to “fire away.”
Wind!
Darkness! The deadfall sleet!
Firetrucks on ice!
Best to head out on nights like these
because it is a fact:
your favourite celebrities
deluded professors
and demented ex-lovers
are all sitting at home
with their feet up where they shouldn’t be
their floors thick with chip bags
and Ativan prescriptions
On the Threshold
She sat him down against the makeshift sandbag barrier on the northwest corner. His legs had pretty much given out an hour or two before and any and all strength that remained had vacated his extremities. His mouth was still running a mile a minute, though she doubted that anything short of a stroke would ever relieve him of his gift of gab.
Study pattern
“Pattern recognition is intelligence,” he would always tell me at end of a long and rambling thought, as I struggled to keep up with his walking and the speed of his thoughts.
To this statement I would nod, appreciatively and shyly, thinking too much, my feet moving briskly.
I didn't speak much, then.
