What did I do for this Galentine’s Day?
You seriously asking me this?
Ok fine, I’ll tell you what I did.
I got up, showered, ate breakfast and collapsed in the Commuters Lounge.
It’s the same as it is every day, just like every Looney Tunes cartoon.
Actually, if you want to know what I specifically did, then I really collapsed about 5 minutes or so before I went to Donnarumma.
This is at 6 or 7 in the morning, mind you. That’s because nothing interesting happens to keep me in one place.
I’m going to Donnarumma at 6 or 7 in the cold morning, barely a functioning human being.
And what fabulous reason do I have for such a reason?
To drop off a revised essay from earlier this week.
That’s about it, really.
The first face I’ll see is my own while I slide that sucker under the door.
Then, I’ll start shouting internally at the last quiz of the week.
It’s a math test really, but who’s even paying attention to this?
I’m a guy who woke up at 5 AM and got his lurking corpse of a body to a building for an assignment he screwed up.
No actually, I was so wrong.
I’m the carcass who turned in an essay and had the bright idea to stay up not studying for the test.
Now why on Earth would I do that?
Because that’s my special moment in the night.
To finally just lose everything on the table and actually try to feel something. Something, anything at all.
I don’t care if it’s the saddest thought or something that’d make kids get all giddy when they see that wrapped Christmas present.
It’d be something at least.
That’s my special Galentine’s Day.
How’s your day?
That’s what I thought.