My breath, is that of the coffee, resting so silently between my teeth. It is only silent in it’s volume, for it’s potency in taste and smell continue to roar. I cannot quiet it. My toothbrush with Shrek on it is at home; beyond my grasp. I am bitter. I poke Dewy with my cold finger, to somehow spite fate for me having coffee in my teeths.
My plans for this class this morning were to take pictures of David for my PowerPoint, but are apparently delayed because he is not here. I think it’s like the first absent day that he has ever had in his life. Poor guy. He’s such trooper, here every day on time. I admire that. It would suck to be at home, in this weather. Actually, he’s probably playing in the snow. I wouldn’t be though, you have to get me out of the house first and show me an open field that is frosted with five feet of snow before I go nuts. Then I do. Especially if it’s this kind of snow, all wet with big flakes! Ya!!!!!!!

(Edit: Happy birthday LORA!!!!! )




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