It was a dreary fall day, the leaves on the ground were soaking into the mildew-covered streets and the must in the air was a sure sign that winter was going to be warm. It had been like that all week, when boredom sinks in it causes the brain to shut down. Anna and I had been watching her favorites soaps; oh yeah let's talk boredom. That was back when she used to call me friend. She was completely immersed in the love affair or whatever this weeks flavor of the month was; I managed to do what I do best, slack off. You would think a five page paper, due tomorrow, would give reason to double time; but it was way more interesting to futz with her new computer. I blame the people who created Mario, damn them it's so addicting. Shortly after Anna discovered my lack of attention to the task at hand followed by a lecture, I started to plug away at the paper. I had one page done when her computer started shooting off fireworks like some odd colored bird having a seizer; but instead of screaming Polly's having a seizer it said new instant message. So of course my allegiance to my paper had been dismissed and I clicked to view the message. "You're boyfriend is heading home now." This was odd because at the time no significant other existed in my life so naturally I typed, "what boyfriend?" Three hours later and unfinished paper the conversation, turned into a four-hour phone call. He had figured out that I
It was a dreary fall day, the leaves on the ground were soaking into the mildew-covered streets and the must in the air was a sure sign that winter was going to be warm. It had been like that all week, when boredom sinks in it causes the brain to shut down. Anna and I had been watching her favorites soaps; oh yeah let's talk boredom. That was back when she used to call me friend. She was completely immersed in the love affair or whatever this weeks flavor of the month was; I managed to do what I do best, slack off. You would think a five page paper, due tomorrow, would give reason to double time; but it was way more interesting to futz with her new computer. I blame the people who created Mario, damn them it's so addicting. Shortly after Anna discovered my lack of attention to the task at hand followed by a lecture, I started to plug away at the paper. I had one page done when her computer started shooting off fireworks like some odd colored bird having a seizer; but instead of screaming Polly's having a seizer it said new instant message. So of course my allegiance to my paper had been dismissed and I clicked to view the message. "You're boyfriend is heading home now." This was odd because at the time no significant other existed in my life so naturally I typed, "what boyfriend?" Three hours later and unfinished paper the conversation, turned into a four-hour phone call. He had figured out that I