I’m getting acclimated to living alone again now that my devil angel has left. I flipped my National Geographic calendar over tonight and deeply connected with the March monkey. He has a massive frown and big heavy lidded tired eyes. A perfect choice for this month because he looks cold and tired and knows it’s going to be a miserable 31 days. He has a look that says, “I’m so tired of this shit, I just want it to be over, for better or worse.” An old grey Japanese Macaque hot tub monkey. I would trade places with him.
I just woke up a little while ago after sleeping all afternoon due to my night job and early classes. Still in pajamas, bluish polka dot pants and a big oversized sweater that I’m comfortably swimming in. I’m cooking my puffy pancake breakfast. I’m going to smother it in syrup and it will be tasty. I won’t feel like doing anything after eating it.
And I ate it. I think I need a coffee. So stuffed (like a plushy). I enjoyed the reaction I got when I wrote that a half dozen posts or so ago. Maybe you gleaned some unintended perverted meaning from it, possibly involving stuffed animal masturbation. I complicated matters with the image of Superman and Lois as a centaur. That must have stirred the id a little.
I was a zombie after work on campus this morning. In lecture, every three minutes my head would sink, then jerk back up to mindlessly copy the formulas and scribbles on the whiteboard. Then the head bobbing cycle repeated for two hours.
I vaguely recollect stopping at the Pit Stop store to buy a Jones blueberry soda. It wasn’t in my bag when I checked tonight, apparently I did buy the new Adbusters though. I slowly flipped through it and it made me angry-depressed as usual. There’s not much fire in the belly today.
The Ancient Undergrad 
I have plenty of days where I just can’t keep my head up in any lecture. What’s worse is my 8am course is in a brand new lecture hall with brand new cushy seats, which makes some great chairs for sleeping in hm maybe not a smiley face for that there much better. It is comfortable though.
P.S. March sucketh. Also Febrary but at least that’s over for another year
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i wonder why they decided that february would have 28 days. why february? its like the runt of the litter. why not january or december? and why not spread it more evenly, like make two 31 day months (like january and december) have just 30 days? why pick on poor february? im not joking, im really curious why of all months they picked FEBRUARY??!!!
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I finally got onto your site! My computer wouldn’t let me, it was driving me nuts! Every time I came on the internet shut down. Anyway, I feel you. March is not looking promising…except the last day of it is Spring break. May March end quickly for both of us. I only hope April opens up with more promise…*sigh* Hopefully, things will just look up.
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i had a hankering for pancakes for dinner saturday night; but there wasn’t any milk, nor any pancake mix. i ended up eating hashbrowns for dinner. alas, i was not stuffed like a plushy.
i think i minored in head bobbing. </—–that sounds a bit dirty, doesn’t it?
ryc: yes, the ball was big and red just like it was when i was a kid.
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Nice. I’m coming to realize that the song “Sea Lion” on his new album is absolutely brilliant.
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Mmmm… puffy pancakes and stuffed animal masturbation. Fine ways to keep occupied. Let’s see, on my three calendars I have: a wet wolf, a fierce warrior queen who had a dragon pal, and a pasture with misty rolling hills dotted by warm fuzzy sheep. Add those in with your hot tub monkey, March makes for… well… those would make a strange story….
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yeah, i saw those. heheheh…that giant monster cracked me up.it’s always neat to see odd original talent, don’t know how much longevity he will have, though.
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