Time of entry-1:00pm
t-25 minutes and counting……
The newspaper wasn’t there, so a possible option was a short nap. As I lay sideways, “We the living” by
I took a seat and inserted the floyd folder on my playlist.
People, I discovered that Pink Floyd and Ayn Rand are made for each other. I flipped through the pages like I was on the cycle twenty minutes back. Reading about Irina, Kira, kulaks mixed with a dosage of psychedelia freshened me(okai, I admit I have this thing for anything Russian, don’t know why).
My phone rings
“dude…..the prof has come, where the hell are you? sleeping? “
“No man….didn’t sleep, that’s the problem.”