7:00 am, Wake and rise to turn off the two alarm clocks which are on top of the DVD player which is on top of four suitcases.

7:31 am, Get out of shower and check face to see if it needs to be shaved (it doesn’t).

7:45 am, Look for glasses. Find glasses. It’s easier to find everything else with the glasses on. Walk to laundry room where my shirts on the rack above the dryer because my room does not have a closet. Opt. Iron a shirt.

8:00-8:21 am, Park in Benson Dorm lot. Walk in caf, yawning. Crack two eggs, impress girl in sweatpants when I flip both without breaking the yolk. It’s morning, and I don’t want to talk to anyone for a couple hours, so I read.

9:00 am, World Civilizations II is the sequel no one wanted. I write things like this.

10:00 am, In chapel. Still don’t really want to talk. Out comes the book.

11:00 am, Acting Two, The Meisner Technique. Don’t want to get into it.

12:00 pm, Advanced Public Speaking, where often the topic of discussion is, oddly enough, Stephen Colbert.

1:00 pm, Scriptwriting. Film students, Theater kids, English majors, and regular folks all skate for a hard-won easy A.

1:50 pm, Stick around Trevecca. Or don’t. Either way, by

3:15 pm, I’m at home. DVR has a couple Daily Shows. Cereal.

4:30 pm, Write something. Usually for work.

6:00 pm, Dinner. I probably made it. Otherwise dinner is a white box from the weekend, when Brian and Ashley went out to somewhere lit by dim bulbs, ordered a little too much, and saved it for her, or him, or me.

7:46 pm, Brian gets home. Ashley comes over to watch whatever they’re going to watch. I watch it with them. Or go to my room, three steps away. I have some 175 DVDs, and I don’t watch them. Things are different when there is a girl of my own. The next few hours I will feel pressure to do Homework, but I can’t remember what it is. I write nothing down in the day. I buzz from words and ideas caught throughout the lighter hours. Still, I don’t write; the buzz in my head is less like the writing buzz and more like a sinus headache made of letters and pictures. I never write. I wait for the day when writing will be inevitable.

12:12-2:04 am, Incredibly, Nightly, Automatically, I fall asleep. I do not dream.