while i can

this morning i crawled into bed at quarter after 4. all attempts at diligence for the evening, academic or otherwise, had failed. miserably.

the night is young and so am i, i reasoned, utilizing a literary device to both justify my irresponsibility and sound poetic in the process.

name of literary device: zeugma, a construction in which a single word, esp. a verb or an adjective, is applied to two or more nouns when its sense is appropriate to only one of them or to both in different ways

feeling fairly justified in my poetic revolt from all bondage academic, i went AWOL from all my tasks and dove gleefuly into the depths of indolence. i beelined to a friend's room, wherein we attempted short bursts of duo guitar wizardry (actually, i layed down a feeble layer of 12-bar blues upon which he improvised, and he was gracious enough to not mention the fact that i have all the rhythm and timing of a drooling monkey). our discourse included, but was not limited to, life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. 3 hours and 1 liter of life-sucking mountain dew later, i headed off back to work.

shortly thereafter i clocked out of work in pursuit of some good blog reading. and when i'd done enough of that, i went out for further discourse on the aforementioned topics, with an old long-lost friend of mine, whose very existence i'd begun to doubt. (fret not, kammer is not a legend of yore.)

you might think we were off to spend another late night over pancakes, as the tradition has been with sam and myself. not so. no, we went to huddle house, and i hastily devoured the pile of hashbrown-flavored compost that the waitress set before me. a giddy jaunt to ingles grocery store provided the cherry on top for the evening.

if you've actually read this far you're probably asking a question not dissimilar to one i asked myself when i arose at 8:30 this morning, a question not dissimilar to the following: "jon, you're in grad school. grow up." if you did say that, i would remind you that that was a declarative sentence followed by an imperative--not a question. i would then note that you (and i) have presupposed the absence of mature behavior, when in reality such an assumption is entirely ill-founded. guitar-string-plucking and late-night hash-brown consumption--what better way to sharpen and be sharpened. it was a great night. and besides, my homework will still get done.