Upon yon comfy bed.
I s'pose this ruddy textbook
Will have to do instead.
The denseness of its subject
Makes a pathetic cushion.
But, on the bright side, there's a chance
I'll learn it by os...mu...shion...
...zzZz....zzzz....Zzzz
Two nights in a row of interrupted sleep at work + getting up early to take brothers to school + coming down with some sort of head/throat sickness + general emotional exhaustion from various complications = above poem. My parents did fund a trip to Aspen this morning in return for driving the boys (I got tea! The drinkable kind, not the stuff Evelyn chews - and that makes "tea" sound like a dreadful euphemism in Ev's world but it's too funny to omit... thou mayest dub me a punk if you like, dearie) and then my belovded pater bought me a cup of coffee during chemistry drudgery. My chemistry textbook is the one reference above; it's by far the densest of the lot, and if osmushion--er, osmosis worked I'd sleep on it any day. But then, the wrong parts would probably seep into my cranium anyway...
Too funny! I hope you learn what you need to in Chemistry, though.
Punk.
*laughs*
I miss you!