Mar 12, 2008 14:37
I am officially a third of the way through finals. I'll do the presentation to avoid humiliation. I'll do the sociological theory paper so I can finish the major by next quarter. But I don't think I have it in me to write another 15-pager.
Finished the first 15 pages this morning at 6AM and just stared at the ceiling for an hour still hopped up on Mountain Dew. Then my mother barges in and out of the room just as I'm prepared to go beddy-bye. Why drive an hour into rush hour traffic to take my sister to dance tutoring at a building 10 minutes away? Are you afraid of hoodlums? Are you finally regretting that imaginary world you've created for yourself?