Tuesday

You know...

When you suddenly find yourself back in high school,
and you're the oldest student there,
and you spend an hour in the bathroom working on your make-up before first period,
but your lipstick keeps smudging,
and you redo it again and again like an act of madness,
and then on your way to class you realize that you never signed up for any electives,
so they assigned you available classes at random,
and you walk into a darkened auditorium with slides of bad art flashing across the projector screen,
and the teacher brutally mocks everyone coming in the door,
and emasculates the only guy in the class and sends him packing,
and then sneeringly inquires whether *any* of you know the slightest thing about the British Parliamentary system,

waking up to the alarm clock and going to work can be a beautiful relief.

Tags: dreams