In the false hope of saving money, we haven't turned on our heat yet.
So when a nightmare wakes me at 2:30 in the morning, I'm not drenched in sweat, but shivering instead. I put on my pajama pants and pull my duvet and afghan around me tighter. I knew I would have a bad dream tonight--Natty is staying at a friend's house, and our own apartment is empty, dark, cold and still.
I had been dreaming that I was playing Scrabulous, and each tile placement was marred with the necessity to weigh the ethical consequences. Would Kant approve if I place this Q beside the I, even though it's not even on a double-letter score? How would teologists feel about only playing the word UH in an effort to dispose of a U? Would this achieve the greatest happiness for everyone involved? How do we measure this happiness? And how is this going to help me beat my prof?
I tossed and turned and sat straight up in bed, groping the the dark for my beside light switch. This is the punishment I get for spending the evening playing Scrabulous when I should have been writing a media ethics paper. (Well, that and the letter grade I'll inevitably recieve.)
I need to develop other interests. I'm even boring myself, now.