Break my foot in your mouth

It's almost all over.

I left metro and my Iced Cafe Mocha for two good reasons:

a) This humidity compiling inside the place was getting unbearable.

b) the grease from slices and ices made me want to take a big shit

This will be the last time anything will be posted for a week. Spring Break is a well awaited rest for me. During these next nine days, this site is dead to me.

I find myself constantly describing everything that happens around me. While walking back, I had a sort of soundtrack tune in the back of my head and a voice describing the silent footrace that was occuring unknowingly between myself and the female next to me. Like some weird Austin Geographic documentary. It cracks me up, on the inside at least.

At slices and ices the manager said to me, "You look like you need a good night's rest." Do I really look that bad? Have I been slowly wasting away? When you look at yourself everyday, you don't really get a chance to see how you have changed, in appearance I mean. Each week I find that my belt buckle can reach another hole. That should be a bad sign. I'm going to go work out and then study and then shower and then study and then sleep and then wake up and then destroy my test and then leave and then rest.

See you in a week digital friend.