Ten thirty, sitting nearly on top of a pile of unfolded clothing that was meant to be neatly piled into a suitcase by now, staring at a word document containing half of an AP Lit blog post about a poem that rhymes too much and is slightly annoying. Thoughts disjointed, phone ringing off the hook even though I have made an abundance of things ( Read more... )

I somehow made it through the day without paying a single bit of attention in any of my clases. This is probably not the best week to do that. There's a bit much to focus on, and yet, I don't feel the slightest tug to do any of it. I always have this mind set that everything will get done in the end -- that eventually, I will feel the need to start ( Read more... )