SUMMERTIME, AT LAST!

[Friends, Kenyans, Countrymen, Americans, lend me your ears. If you drive in VA, slow your trifling ass down. Or at least keep it under 20 miles above the limit. Here’s why.]

Now that’s school’s over with for the summer, I can finally manage to sit back and conjure up mischief to get into for the rest of the summer. Granted, I’m still working all day every day, but that leaves me with 14 or so hours every day to do whatever. Take away 5 hours to sleep, and I’ve 9 hours to kill. Hmmm, what’s a brother to do?

I get up at 6.30 every morning. Let me rephrase that – The alarm goes off at 6.30. It’s not uncommon to still find me in bed at 7.15, after trying to break the clock’s snooze button. [Frankly, I’m amazed at the clock’s resilience, as hard as I pound it] The next half-hour or so, and several broken traffic laws later, find me stepping into this dungeon at about 8. [Work, I mean.] Still half-asleep when I first step into work, I make a beeline for the coffee pot, and my state of consciousness heightens with each sip of that… that stuff. Eventually I snap awake and realize it’s 10 o’clock. Then I start working for real.

I’m usually so immersed in my work – or in pretending to, for that matter - that 5 o’clock takes me by surprise. I step out the building and my mood instantly improves, only to be hit by the summer heat. The air quality is usually reminiscent of that inside a sauna, and it’s real work trying to choke that stuff down into the lungs. I walk over to the whip which, despite having its windows cracked open, is a virtual furnace. I turn it on and reach for the shifter and instantly hurl expletives under my breath, coz that shit is red-hot! I usually have to wait 2-3 minutes for it to cool off, for real. Of course they didn’t point out that vital bit of info when I was buying it. Figures.

Problem is, for over 2 months I left work and went straight to school, then went straight to bed after school. Now I’ve nothing – or no one – to do, and though it’s only been 2 days of no school, I’m sick of it already. I know I said this before, but what’s a brother to do?