Lately I've been feeling really selfish. Now, normally, when I feel selfish like this I a) ignore it, b) re-read something of Ayn Rand's to assure myself that selfishness really isn't that bad, or c) read a book with Emma (little sister). But those usual cures aren't working today.
Dad was out shoveling the walk and he came in to grab the phone from me. His hands were freezing, and I thought--what the hell do I do? I'd be out there, bitching and moaning about the cold, clearing the tiniest pathway I possibly could so I could get back in the house to my Jeopardy.
And then Dad's off to work all day.
The thing is, I know on paper I'm 21 years old--almost 22, actually. But somedays I just don't feel that old. If age ain't nothing but a number, then I feel about 12 again.
I don't know exactly what my point to all this was--I just wanted to write it and get it out into the great cyber cosmic void. So, see ya later, void. Thanks for listening.
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there are so many tasks that will help in this area!
The void is listening!
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