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2:23:47

this morning I overslept

so I had to skip breakfast

or be late to school.

I was late anyway.

then I got my student i.d.

and saw that my photo--

the one that will be in the yearbook--

made me look like some wounded animal.

then I banged my knee on a table

so hard that I bruised it.

they served noodles at lunch

but I hate pasta.

that didn't matter anyway

because they were out of food when I got there

and I was out of change

to buy chips.

then during my break

I fell and re-bruised my knee.

there are two hours

twenty-three minutes

and forty-seven seconds left

until my mother asks me

how my day was

and I tell her

fine.

eppy: It's not, er...it's not really all that bad of a day, is it? I mean, in the grand scheme of things. I'd give this more of a light humorous or self-depricating kind of tone, but that's me. I mean, if it makes the narrator feel the way the numb final line implies, can she then look back on it with a certain degree of self-awareness? lizzy: Exactly, Eppy. Add comment