“I’m Henry the 8th, I am, Henry the 8th, I am, I am…”
Today was a slow day. I slept in late, ate breakfast, slept, read the rest of “The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe”, and spent the rest of the day socializing with friends on the floor and also over at Kevin’s house.
Kevin’s wedding is May 24th, and I’m going to be an usher, so I guess I need to get a tux fitted for me. !_! I’ve never had to do that before. I’m not sure if I’ve ever even worn a tux. My grandfather gave me a brown sports jacket last year, but that’s the closest thing in my closet. Oh well, this’ll be an interesting experience.
I’ve had a cold all day and a slight headache. Never pleasant. Tomorrow I’ll have to make up for all the homework I put off today.
Every spare minute I’ve had this weekend has been filled with thoughts. Thoughts leading onward towards decision, slowly piling the logical and emotional evidence in two distinct corners of a room, awaiting my decision as I sit behind a table. One hand fidgets endlessly with a ballpoint pen as the other sweaty palm is run through my hair and a sigh begins release from my lips.
