Can't even close my eyes
I'm not sure under what circumstances I thought that I could do all this. It's like intellectual masochism, but its effects seep into the realms of physical and emotional.
I sit here going through another set of infant respiration data. Knowing that I have at least 116 more columns to go. This is in addition to the test I have on Thursday, the lab work I need to do, the paper I have to finish (which should have been done two weeks ago). The hospital keeps calling. 6AM on Sunday. Had I had the time to go to Daniel's soiree I probably would have slumbered through the faint midi of the Chrono Trigger Main Theme.
I feel like my skin has become to tight. Like I must peel off my face just to breathe. I want to blink but keep my eyes closed. I want to power nap for 4 hours. I want to just read for the fun of reading without the thought that I am putting off the inevitable for moments of relaxation.
I've brought this on myself. In the pursuit of fiscal independence, academic achievement, and foolish pride, I've taken on an army of the undead. The claw at what remains of the grey center to my thin flesh and bone candy shell. Frontal lobes melt in your mouth, not in your hand.
I have 20 minutes left of work. I'm in an air conditioned office, but the heat is stifling. I have to wipe my palms on my pant leg lest I short circuit the laptop. I have to get out. Maybe the warmth will cool me.
I sit here going through another set of infant respiration data. Knowing that I have at least 116 more columns to go. This is in addition to the test I have on Thursday, the lab work I need to do, the paper I have to finish (which should have been done two weeks ago). The hospital keeps calling. 6AM on Sunday. Had I had the time to go to Daniel's soiree I probably would have slumbered through the faint midi of the Chrono Trigger Main Theme.
I feel like my skin has become to tight. Like I must peel off my face just to breathe. I want to blink but keep my eyes closed. I want to power nap for 4 hours. I want to just read for the fun of reading without the thought that I am putting off the inevitable for moments of relaxation.
I've brought this on myself. In the pursuit of fiscal independence, academic achievement, and foolish pride, I've taken on an army of the undead. The claw at what remains of the grey center to my thin flesh and bone candy shell. Frontal lobes melt in your mouth, not in your hand.
I have 20 minutes left of work. I'm in an air conditioned office, but the heat is stifling. I have to wipe my palms on my pant leg lest I short circuit the laptop. I have to get out. Maybe the warmth will cool me.