6:45 a.m. The General, my guinea pig, starts squeaking. I pretend to ignore him. I tell myself no one else can hear him.
7:00 a.m. My alarm goes off. I give The General some spinach so he will stop squeaking. I pretend to go back to sleep while he chews and rustles.
7:15 a.m. I give up, take a shower and wonder if I am enabling the guinea pig by always giving him spinach to stop the squeaking. Decide that there is no alternative. The pig always wins.
7:45 a.m. Have an ice pop for breakfast on my way to the Grille for coffee.
8:30 a.m. I wonder if the General squeaks while I am not around. Do my neighbors think I am mistreating him? Wonder if I can casually raise the topic without appearing defensive.
8:45 a.m. I decide that I think too much about the guinea pig.
9:00 a.m. Wonder if my parents would be really upset if I took the guinea pig home for fall break and forgot to bring him back. Am sure they would take good care of him, but afraid that the pig would not miss me.
9:13 a.m. I wish I was at the A&M instead of drawing my shoes. But very happy with my drawing. I see a glorious career for myself in drawing shoes.
11 a.m. Done with class for the day. I go to Fiberworks to buy some beads and fabric for an art bra contest next week. Excitement.
12:15 p.m. Worry that I am too excited about art bras and what it says about me. Surely any reasonable person would be excited about art bras. Probably shouldn’t talk about it a lot, though. Play it cool, like we always had art bras at home.
1:15 p.m. I take the guinea pig outside to play. I wish you could train guinea pigs. They are so darn cute though.
2:00 p.m. Take a nap with dreams of spinach art bras. Pretty much occupies the rest of my day.
