anti-prose. random matter.
i gotta do it somewhere...
Published on January 15, 2004 By crimson In Blogging
For the past couple of days, I've been using the University computer room to do my Internet stuff. Just happened to be here, and as I have an active account, what the hell.
Oh really?
I can't say that this is 100% true, but I feel like people are looking me up and down, and all because of another person beside me.
Yeah, I brought my daughter to work today. Well, not work, actually, but they don't know that.
The thing is, if I was actually doing homework, she would be here. And this time, she's quiet. I've been going to this university since the late 90's. She's now 6.But things are different. Now she can surf, while I do work. Before, she used to just cry and annoy the hell out of everyone. Now, she's looking at Barbie.com. She's not bothering anyone. There are other free computers about. She's having fun. Sure, it was my suggestion that we come here to use the computers. (It's like driving a Ferrari instead of an Omni, if you get my drift.)
Maybe it is my guilt instinct driving me on here, but I feel I have to try to explain myself. So what if I'm not in the middle of writing a paper. I put my time in already. But still, guilt prevails.
I feel as if I've already lost the arguement and I realize its with no one, but myself.
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