Sleepwalking my way through life: Pit stop



Pit stop

17:54

“Hurry hurry hurry hurry.” I murmur to myself, typing as fast as humanly possible. I hit the enter button violently and enter the last line of text. I pause for a moment – thinking of a good title – and type some more before hammering down on the mouse button. “Come on.” I whisper impatiently.

The page loads and everything is fine; so I throw the Lapdancer to the side and make leaps and bounds up the stairs, throwing the door open and slamming it shut behind me. Hurry hurry hurry hurry…

Ahhhhh…

I step out of the bathroom and dry my hands, smiling. With the amount of water I’m drinking over this event; I’ll probably become really frustrated more than once during this time.
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2 Comments:

At 6:05 pm, Anonymous Jules said...

Once, Joe blogged on the toilet.

It was a phase.

 
At 6:26 pm, Anonymous Marie said...

Lol...oh the memories

 

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