Can we speak in private?

Well, we didn’t go to the gym, write, or study. We didn’t watch our backs or plates, and we certainly didn’t “pay attention”.

So, then, what did we do this week?

Stood in line at the bookstore, milled about Starbucks, hung out at the front desk, sorted mail, ran the first floor meeting, got pissed on by Edda the dog, reunions, reggaeton house parties in the suburbs, got attacked my roaches outside of sunset, greeted people whose names I didn’t know, had superficial, awkward conversations, charmed, went to the movies three times, …shopped for four hours at Wal-Mart, Costo, and Publix for a floor dinner that eventually got canceled, got buried under a magazine avalanche as my roommate cackled, rocked the Hasselhoff during duty, tried Carmen’s step class, brought the knife to the gunfight, humored, rumored, and tumbled.

Next week begins with a hurricane.