Delays

It's the them of the day. Excuse me; it's the theme of the day. Nonetheless, it's a "them." They're delays. And they're out to skin my ass.

I've noticed them coming up now. Playing frisbee in the beautiful spring weather? 5-day delay. Actually focusing and finishing my homework? 5-hour delay each day. List of courses for Fall 2007 being placed online? 5-day delay so far.

That's the way it's shaping up to be. Return of spring? With this supposedly descending snowstorm, 5-day delay. Delays. I refuse to be an airline--I want to get rid of them. But they just come, unexpected, like bubbles from oil, big, thick, slow bubbles, expanding until they burst.

My roommate had a slight delay in getting his work done tonight too. His friend tried to commit suicide. Or was on the brink of it. I'm not sure which one. Fortunately, it wasn't a 5-hour delay (it didn't take too long for her to calm down).

...Or is that fortunate?