twelve//

The weekend's rolling around again and I couldn't be happier. I'm sitting here munching on a very Lenten lunch of toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich, mentally preparing myself for the dreaded Small Group Communication class that I have in exactly 19 minutes. And physically preparing myself for the walk there. (Aerobics, sadly enough, still exhausts me.)

17 minutes.

I should leave.

But I don't want to.

I dread the endless icebreakers and pointless discussions.

I shall think of this as I begin my trek:

(feathers)