Sometimes I wonder if I go through life half-mad. Not angry, necessarily, but a bit past the reaches of “strange.”
But there are moments that show me that I’m not. Moments that, in the big picture are entirely trivial and yet the uncanniness of them spooks me sometimes.
The past few days have consisted of moments such as these.
The night of my last final, I met some folks at the Mexican restaurant and indulged in a bit of margaritaing. (I know it’s not a verb, but it really should be) The next morning, or more accurately, the next afternoon, I bummed a ride to my car.
On this day, the one directly following my very last final, thus marking the end of studying and other nonsense for four weeks, I left the parking lot of the restaurant and, not passing go, went directly to Barnes and Noble to find a GRE prep book.
I know, sad.
Lyrical Fool 