damn mathematics...i'm tired

i am sitting in a cafe with slightly inflated coffee prices and i am tired. i am tired of preparing to study for a final exam on tuesday that i know i am going to fail. this is why i am convinced that math is of the devil. it is evil and those who choose to proliferate its use around the world are satan's pawns. i hate math! i hate statistics! i boycott the number line and all calculations, principles, and theorems. all i want to do is go home to my lovely bed and sleep. i could write an ode to my bed. it is so lovely and welcoming. i hate to make my bed because i don't feel that a made bed is inviting. the converse of that thought is that when i wake up most mornings and drag my still-tired self from the shower, my bed mocks me, laughs at me, taunts me with hoarded body heat. some mornings i surrender to temptation and slip my damp body between the covers, basking in the warmth still present in the disheveled mountain of covers and pillows shrouding my bed. other mornings i am forced to continue with my morning routine rueing my alarm clock and the demands of the day that take me from my sweet slumber. further, i find that the bed is much more inviting when there is someone to share it with. the obvious reasons are great, but i love to curl up to another warm body in the winter. the cocoon of warmth created is blissful on a cold morning. the weekends are made better when one can spend the morning snuggled in bed with their honey, sharing body heat, bedclothes, and their dreams. i don't like sharing the bed as much in the summer. i love the cool sheets as i rub freshly shaven legs across them, allowing the temperature of the sheets to cool my body. it is a pleasureable experience to slide nude between the sheets. as the humidity of the night air steals the coolness from the part of the bed on which i lie, i can move to another spot to cool my balmy skin. i also love lie in bed in the spring before my body has adjusted to the time change, and feel the cool morning air. for the better part of the last six years, I kept a fan running all-year-round. the fan ran so much, the motor burned up. but i still love the feeling of cool air blowing across my face as i burrow further underneath my covers. i love the bed. i love it.

but, alas, i still hate math.