I wake up at 11 A.M. on a breezy, sun-filled morning. I roast some Folgers Crystals, collect my clothes for the day, and bathe. I think of the deluge that awaits me. A morning filled with an archaic commute, filled with capitalistic rituals that embody the majority of us out there. As I come to realize that I, too, must deal with an 8 hour day which awaits me, a clank can be heard from the outside.
I quickly run out the door...
It's the mailman.
A moment of glee overtakes me. What can be found in the mailbox today? A rebate or refund check? Willy Wonka's golden ticket? A letter informing me that I am a FINALIST in the Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes?!?
I cannot take the anticipation any longer. I must open the mailbox.
The walk towards the mailbox is a tale of two possible fates: One of which can be likened to a walk down death row, those final moments before the proverbial crap hits the fan. The latter of which is a happy, merry walk down the yellow brick road of sorts. Well, what was that walk for me today, you ask?
A cingular, comcast, electric, and college loan bill- You tell me.
Until next time....
I quickly run out the door...
It's the mailman.
A moment of glee overtakes me. What can be found in the mailbox today? A rebate or refund check? Willy Wonka's golden ticket? A letter informing me that I am a FINALIST in the Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes?!?
I cannot take the anticipation any longer. I must open the mailbox.
The walk towards the mailbox is a tale of two possible fates: One of which can be likened to a walk down death row, those final moments before the proverbial crap hits the fan. The latter of which is a happy, merry walk down the yellow brick road of sorts. Well, what was that walk for me today, you ask?
A cingular, comcast, electric, and college loan bill- You tell me.
Until next time....