this morning

This morning. When it was still dark and I was tossing about in a dream that was gripping, I proceeded to ungrip. I have to go to class- or so I thought. And now I am marooned like Alexander Selkirk (long before he transmorgrificated into Robinson Crusoe) in the middle of a desultory day that is swimming like a sea of thick sludge. Yes, I am a hoser and a loser. I should know my bloody schedule by now. Why? Whynot? who can know the answers to these terrible metaphysical conundrums.