Shaun Lewis: the Man, the Myth, the Legend

Today is lunes. The day of the Moon.

It is currently late in the morn and I have just arrived back in my dorm from my first class of the day, History 103: Western Civilization from 1848 - Present. Sadly, it is raining.

Now, usually I love rain just as much as the next person, BUT… this rain was simply not a cause for celebration. In fact, there is no cause for celebration when I wake up in a state of hysterical confusion over the time because 3 of my 7 clocks (what do you MEAN Obessive Compulsive?) are somehow at VERY different times. I have no joy when, walking to a class in a drizzly mess of foul-smelling liquid, I see a few of the people I have been avoiding out of sheer disgust and they feel the need to strike up a conversation. They stand there, talking, whilst I am chained to their every word: a prisoner of a chance meeting with no hope for an appeal or pardon.

Of course, I could have bludgeoned them to death with my umbrella, but that would have made me late for class.

Anyway, I am late for a shower date with my sexy, sexy self… God, I need a girlfriend…