Aloning Is A Sad Business

by Dan Gerics

All evening I sat alone, my lover having gone theatering. This was nothing new, this alonification while she was at rehearsal. But somehow this time, as evening nightened and the moon windowed in, I felt more alonified than ever. We were no longer catted or
dogged as we would soon be disenhousing and aparmentalating ourselves. My soon-to-be step daughter had already been bathed, toweled, booked and night-nighted. I was left to iPod away the hours until her mother homed to me and I was once again enwithed.

I knew I should be homeworking, paragraphing what Stevie had assigned, but I couldn’t bring myself to chair up and get keyboarding. It was one of those days when, having activitied yourself all day you just want to wine yourself a glass and feet yourself up, maybe even do some TVing or DVDing.

That’s the problem with professoring while studenting. After a day of why-were-you-late-for-class-ing and office houring that last thing I want to do is paper a paper. There’s only so much academicizing one can do in a day.

In the end I decided I didn’t want to get C minused for lating in my homework. It didn’t long time me much since Stevie hadn’t bigged the assignment and afterward I prouded for getting it done. At least I knew I’d on-timed it. Now I was free to whatever.

But still I sadded, all soloed up for at least another hour until my lover highwayed back home and we could pillow down for the night.