I deactivated my facebook account. I’m fasting from all social networking activities… except from journaling ofcourse. My attention is sought by so many mediums that it has become impossible to prioritize whats important. Clearly facebook isn’t. And yet it commands too many minutes or hours of my day.
I just received an e-mail from my father. My uncle’s coworker had a son who was battling the swine flu. His name was Matthew Healy. After three weeks he passed away yesterday. From the swine flu.
I just found out my paper is due at midnight tonight, not yesterday. Since it only has three pages, short two, I will add to it tonight and resubmit it. Not the classiest way a student should behave, I know.
The library. It’s fluorescent lights paint the walls and tabletops with a pale sheen of white. A girl sits a few feet from me, sunk comfortably into a red love seat. She reads a handful of papers, flipping the page every so often. The sound of the turning papges cuts through the silence. Just then the elevator bings, twice. A lady bustles out with her leather messenger bag in one hand and a stack of books in the other. Her gray sweater hangs low on her shoulders, indicating her exhaustion. Dark rimmed glasses sit low on her nose. The messy pony tail alludes to her hard work.
Toilets flush. The sewage runs through the pipes overhead, trickling around corners.
A metallic taste lingers in my mouth.
I need to work now.
William Dare 