still going
I have been awake for a long time, and I will need to be awake again in only a few hours. But my mind is buzzing, with poetry and music and lyrics, and I needed to be awake to read/listen/absorb. I am dreading tomorrow's potato sacks that will live under my eyelids, and the tedium of a class about dead people, which can only be interesting if you've had some sleep.
But still, I am awake.
Reading Week is over, and I spent it as I meant to: reading a lot and listening to many new albums. I'm still behind in school, after all of the impulses towards procrastination, (which I'd thought I'd left in High School,) reared ugly heads.
I am tired, but ready to keep going. And I can't wait until the summer.
But still, I am awake.
Reading Week is over, and I spent it as I meant to: reading a lot and listening to many new albums. I'm still behind in school, after all of the impulses towards procrastination, (which I'd thought I'd left in High School,) reared ugly heads.
I am tired, but ready to keep going. And I can't wait until the summer.