A Day In The Life Of�
Leonardo
5am: Wake up, fully refreshed by a good night�s sleep. Roll out of bed, do
a series of stretches.
5:15am: Rouse fellow pupils to commence morning training. Receive several
pillows to the face, among accompanying insults and slanders.
5:30am: Begin instruction from wise and venerable master, finding in this
one of the few joys you allow yourself.
6:30am: Request additional practice time to make a few more attempts at the
move you didn�t get quite perfect; rudely shouted down by your
less-than-studious siblings. They are clamoring for food. Cretins. You,
however, do not lose your temper, but give in gracefully, knowing that
practice will continue later. Patience must be a cultivated virtue.
6:45am: Fight to get your turn under a cold stream of water, washing away
the honestly-earned sweat.
7am: Eat. Do so quickly, so you can get back to practice.
7:30am: Encourage brothers to finish their meal. Receive several
well-aimed spoonfuls of food in your direction. Dodge artfully. Try not to
smile as wise and venerable master makes them scrub the kitchen, and recite
several adages regarding the waste of food.
8am: Return to practice. Three hours of physical, two hours of mental.
1pm: Suggest lunch may be a wise idea, before mental practice has brothers
flinging more than food.
1:30pm: Finish lunch with very few mutinous mumbles, do to exhaustion.
Start on Donatello�s list of things that need fixing and repairing.
Encourage brothers to do more than one thing on the list. Dodge various
thrown objects. Fight for a moment with patience.
3pm: Return to the peace of your room. Study one of more authors,
tacticians, or philosophers. Perhaps draw or write calligraphy to pass the
time. Tuck any such pieces away, where brotherly inquisitiveness can�t pry
them out and tease about them (Include in the collection "Sad Girl in Snow"
piece).
6pm: Dinner. Having regained strength and thereby mischievousness, endure
a prank or three from brothers. Grin and bear it, they are related to you,
after all.
6:30pm: Begin nightly rounds of your underground neighborhood.
8pm: The usually nightly skirmish involving foolish, under-skilled fighters
and/or street gangs. With or without a damsel in distress.
9pm: Return home, patch up minor/major scratches/cuts/bruises. Sit down,
spend quality time watching a movie with your brothers.
11pm: Head to bed. Remove rubber snake and unshort-sheet the bed before
climbing in. Remind yourself to wake Mike with a little less nicety
tomorrow.
-Leah~Nardo *whistles happily, goes off to write more days in the life
of...*
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Niada: "So, when were you going to tell me you were a knife-happy,
gut-slinging maniac?"
Leonardo: "Second date. Third, tops."
-The Center, Part the Ninth
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