My early Sunday mornings consist of 1 of two things, or sometimes both things: Staying up trying to cross things off my list on my agenda for school, or waking up earlier than any other child (that goes to my church, at least) to go to church and stay there for 5, 6 hours. Either or, my Sundays are filled with...
WORK, WORK, AND MORE, FREAKING WORK.
Therefore, this guy, with a picture to the right of this screen, (if I'm not mistaken), never gets a break. Last time I checked the Bible, I figured that the Sabbath day was for rest, not trying to find what x equals when y = 2x + 6, or what happens to Charles Darnay in the "much-too-realistic" Dickens novel A Tale Of Two Cities. Since my life away from school is filled with school, feel free to call me pathetic, nerd, lame, or whatever catchy term you can come up with. But right about now, when my eyes are heavier than Fat Albert after a hot dog eating contest, and my 30 Rock recordings are on commercials (and I'm too lazy to fast forward pass them), I have come to the conclusion that I have had enough, and come to a decision on what I plan to do when this circumstance comes up again: DO ALL MY WORK ON SATURDAY. I know that this decision comes with a price- the expensive tax of losing my social life, or the little one I had, at least- but it has to be done. Sunday is a day of rest, thus saith the Lord, and by golly I will REST.
Josh Bristow
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