A Day for a Daydream

It won't be long before the semester is over and I can lay around on the grass, leaning against a big tree in my favorite red striped pants with my hairy belly exposed for all the world to lust after. I just have a few things left on my list of things I have to get done before the semester can end for me. It used to be that semesters just came and went and I had no control over the timing. As I progress in this enterprise however, it slowly becomes the case that my life can no longer be ordered into neat little four month experiences. One semester gradually bleads into the next and summers into school years until all life is work just like any other profession. I will fight this injustice, though. Don't you worry dear reader. I will fight.