Rest

Every now and again everyone gets a day when things happen. Be it negative or just plain old awesome. This was not one of these days. During days such as these I take an adventure, a quest towards scholarly enlightenment if you will. It all started when I walked into my dorm room and looked through the window at the wonderful Rat River in all its murky glory. Not so much reflectively as just boringly, but even the mighty Rat River could not hold my attention for long. I turned around and looked at my room in awe. The painted cinder block walls encased me, no pictures or posters covered them. there was a distinctive line drawn through the middle of the room. My clothes spread out amongst the video games and Xbox controllers. My room mate's side perfectly maintained and manicured like a Budweiser Clydesdale.

I start reading a book that I need to report on. I get a few pages in and sleep creeps up on me. My eyes slowly slide closed. The deep sleep transports me to a place of empty blackness. Ambition is put aside for a while.

Today I was not so much enlightened as merely well rested. Tomorrow something may happen. Who knows maybe a dog will fight a bear in a canoe or something.