Not just for casseroles anymore

Coming to you live from my Father's desk.
Feeling important.
Feeling intelligent.
Too bad I'm neither.
Looking at pictures from when I was eight.
Hilariously long ago.

Work is piling up,
And I keep rolling my eyes.
Schools a joke,
Why play along?

I realized today that there's only a handful of days
Until I see them again.
Interesting, They feel like friends.
But, it's one-sided.
I know them,
They could care less about me.
Funny how the gears grind.

Looking for diversions.


Bedhead.