...and i arrive at 2:30 am, and my Dad is awake. For those of you who are not aware, my father is a deer. or a bat. or something else that never, ever sleeps. ever. He does not realize he is over 50...or 40...or 30...or 25, really. He has the stamina of a 21 year old and works and stays up all the time. Anyone wonder where i get it?
What other kid [yes, i am still very much a kid] comes home at 2:3o am and before he can even grip the door handle it is flung open and greeted by a 'hello Matt! welcome home' as if it is 2:30 in the AFTERNOON and the whole place expected me an hour ago.
so we cook late night nachos, potatoes, and deer steaks and watch the 3 am sportscenter, and then i have to get to work.
yes...i have a scholarship application due for the Jack Kent Cooke program and the problem is i did not get the ok via email from the nominating professor, on my essays,until i was mired in the internet-less O'Hare airport. with no computer, or way to work on my essays.
so i have about 2 hours of cleanup and essay submission to do for the scholarship.
except that my parents. have. dial. up. inter...n...e...t........c....o....n...nection. you get the point. i think its still trying to load my email homepage.
so after cramming 2 hours into about 5.25, it was then 8:30 am and we were meeting my great uncle for our semi-annual family trout-fishing trip.
i discovered my dad's secret: 'no-doze.' i downed one with a cup of coffee and jumped in the Yukon. and promptly fell asleep.
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