D day

I like a guttural voice, a metallic accent, and though so sweet (Laurin Hill, Mary J Blige). I have just discovered I have a deadline today. Nothing is to be done, I am going to miss it. Or maybe beg for an extension. I hate to be caught low guard. I hate to go to school with my homework undone, passible of I don't know what. Going back in time, I drove like fury, I pushed the horn too many times, sworn at a blonde. Very aggressive. I remember how soft (!) the elevator button seemed when I left - I mean you should really see the whole hallway, it is a dumpster, the button feeling soft was really inappropriate. Other things that don't go with one another: dusty plastic covers for CDs on the bed sheets (my bed sheets), an empty cup of coffee handled while throwing a white t-shirt I wear in house and a pair of worn black seamless socks in the laundry bin. I have decided not to panic. I am playing Laurin now.