Becoming The Overman

STILL MAINTAING HIS job, the Overman has no school, no educating or learninations, for seven days, beginning now. Oh, what to do...oh, what do you do? How may I commemorate the blossoming of flowers or the slight movements in the axis of this planet? It seems now that the Overman realizes there is no Cancun for him...neither is there a Marti Gras in New Orleans, but that sort of goes for everybody since the city fell into the fifth dimension over the fall.

Sit and write? Sit and read?

No. There is no just place to be or thing to do, but simply sleep and waste away the days.

With no school or work Monday or Wednesday, I could spend the day at my old high school, West Johnston, visting old and lovely teachers -- as well as younger, lovlier friends. Well, I've already used the Golden Ticket that was today here at my brother's place of residence playing his Not-So-Brand-New XBOX 360 with the wife and kiddies.

So, that is, as they say, that. Tomorrow I will go to work in the afternoon and on the following morning it will be off to school again, just like the old days! I suppose it's time to show my old teachers what a cool and sophisticated Overman their little camel has become...raise the bladders, Seymore! We're off to scholastica!