…and in my nightmare, I am back in grade school.
And one of my friends has embarassed the heck out of me–by saying stuff about me he meant as a compliment. And another friend is making little public jokes about us both. And then–
And then I wake up.
It’s morning, and I’m not in pre-teen hell and you can’t send me back there.
I have, as the New England saying goes, “better fish to fry.”
And how I wish I had known that years ago.
3 responses so far ↓
1 fp // Feb 6, 2004 at 10:47 am
Bigger. Bigger fish to fry. i’ll take it down.
2 fp // Feb 6, 2004 at 10:57 am
Okay. Cleaned up. You can fry your bigger, better fish. Thanks for the Ick-theology lesson.
3 Betsy Devine // Feb 6, 2004 at 1:32 pm
bigger or better? I couldn’t remember. Thanks, Frank. I did some cleanup myself. Now, back to work!