i have sixteen minutes until my computer turns itself off. until the warm rectangle retires to my desk 'til morning. and the only thing i can think of to say is that i wish i could spend all day in my bed tomorrow, and not have to worry about looking presentable, not having to worry about having to present myself, not having to worry about showing face except to dawson, joey, matt, meredith, al, rosie, barbara, elisabeth, ellen, and oprah. maybe i'd have a glass of merlot at 10 am. then i'd have a small bowl of animal crackers because i've learned to rationalize. i'd wear my slippers to the kitchen and back with only a tank top and a bun-hugging pair of underwear from the back of my drawer. i want my hair to be a complete nest, brushed off to one side. i want one of my roommates to wonder if i'm sick. i want to take a day to ignore the teachings, the lectures, the lessons. i want to roll around thinking about absolutely nothing........... because i feel like nothing is all i care about lately.....