The hour ahead of me

The end of the day sucks the life out of me. If I have to stare at a computer screen for another minute...absolutely nothing will happen. I want to go home. In ten minutes I will get to ride my bike for about 10 minutes. I'll pass through the campus, then the by the elmentary school, then by the house where belizian men play pool and watch t.v. outside. Then I will be in my little house. I will set the timer on the oven for 30 minutes. I'll pull out my space heater into the living room. I will curl up and read my book. For 30 minutes. The timer will go off, sadly, then I will read for about 7 more minutes. Then I will be responsible. And I will pull out my laptop, and start my work for the evening.