The scenario has taken a rather familiar turn.
Friday nite. At home in front of the pc, researching for a debate competition that will be held in 12 hours. Ferry Corsten blaring from my woofers.
This National Health Science Debate gig sucks mega hairy balls. For the first time in my life, I'm going for a competition with pre-released motions. And I have barely recovered from the last tourney.
THBT the government should fund palliative treatment for memory loss.
THBT all employees medical coverage plan must include a 'Successful Aging
and Wellness Program'
THW make pre-school education compulsory
THW ban genetic predetermination of babies
THW continue prescribing Ritalin for ADHD children
THBT babies with genetic defects should be aborted
THBT sexual assignment for intersexed infants should be decided at adulthood
THW set an age cap for practicing clinicians
THW vaccinate our children against cervical cancer
THBT geriatric care facilities should be government funded
THW legalise euthanasia for the elderly
THW provide government funding for cosmetic surgery in the elderly (humor round- wtf.)
Fuck the doctors.
Vick called me up to smoke some dope and Priscilla wanted to drink at Laundry. My friends are somewhat nocturnal. Heck it's a Friday night anyway and that has to warrant for something.
Except for all that I wanted to do on this rather chilly evening is to have a cup of hot chai tea with someone and do some readings for tomorrow.
The hard part being I know exactly whose company I'd cherish most and what she would be doing tonite. If only I would dial that number and take a drive to her place. We could layan to my new house music CDs.
Some loving hugs and kisses would go a long way for the rest of this lonely night. She could then drive me to competition tomorrow after some early morning blueberry pancake and toast breakfast.
Focus. Focus. Focus!
Friday nite. At home in front of the pc, researching for a debate competition that will be held in 12 hours. Ferry Corsten blaring from my woofers.
This National Health Science Debate gig sucks mega hairy balls. For the first time in my life, I'm going for a competition with pre-released motions. And I have barely recovered from the last tourney.
THBT the government should fund palliative treatment for memory loss.
THBT all employees medical coverage plan must include a 'Successful Aging
and Wellness Program'
THW make pre-school education compulsory
THW ban genetic predetermination of babies
THW continue prescribing Ritalin for ADHD children
THBT babies with genetic defects should be aborted
THBT sexual assignment for intersexed infants should be decided at adulthood
THW set an age cap for practicing clinicians
THW vaccinate our children against cervical cancer
THBT geriatric care facilities should be government funded
THW legalise euthanasia for the elderly
THW provide government funding for cosmetic surgery in the elderly (humor round- wtf.)
Fuck the doctors.
Vick called me up to smoke some dope and Priscilla wanted to drink at Laundry. My friends are somewhat nocturnal. Heck it's a Friday night anyway and that has to warrant for something.
Except for all that I wanted to do on this rather chilly evening is to have a cup of hot chai tea with someone and do some readings for tomorrow.
The hard part being I know exactly whose company I'd cherish most and what she would be doing tonite. If only I would dial that number and take a drive to her place. We could layan to my new house music CDs.
Some loving hugs and kisses would go a long way for the rest of this lonely night. She could then drive me to competition tomorrow after some early morning blueberry pancake and toast breakfast.
Focus. Focus. Focus!
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