Saturday Morning
I wanted to keep sleeping, but I offered POOL DAY!, and therefore POOL DAY! had to be made available by my presence in the common room in my bathing suit. No one stepped out of their dorm rooms because they all stayed up until 3-4am playing computer games and RISK. This is a technology summer camp. Sunlight will be shunned. I should have known better, and scheduled a virtual POOL DAY!, but I’d have had to program it myself, and I’m an English major. I hear activity…hold please.One of them is up because he has the same problem I have, which is not being able to sleep past about 8am because your body is saying, WHAT? SLEEPING? THAT WILL GET YOU NOWHERE! MORON, as per Monday-Friday. He’s watching Saturday morning cartoons, which are now composed of war coverage, DIY, and Doug re-runs. Insert curmudgeon-y diatribe about progressive generational deterioration here. I think, while they’re all asleep, that I will seek breakfast. I will seek breakfast, and then, perhaps, continue this entry. Love Roy. |
