The only solution to my study-habit problem is to sleep once I get
home and wake up and study til the wee hours of dawn. But then no one
else would be awake in our house, the kid in me says shakily. Who'd
peek in and see how you're doing? Who'd bring you oatmeal and milk?
Who's gonna make normal-life noises in the background? It's just
too... Weird. And lonely. And it's the only way. :(
Poor Patty.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Send me a postcard, drop me a line...