Bad timing. Bad timing. Bad timing.
Say it three times in front of a mirror, turn off the lights, and you will get hit over the head with a book. Murdered by education. Sucked dry.
Ok--horrible analogy to candy man (or bloody mary), and technically education isnt killing me through force but rather a repetition of blows. Perhaps a million paper cuts? I can barely form words right now. My fingers are weighted, slowly coming down on each key. I can barely pick them uppppppppp.
Its been a long day of gazing into the scary and uphill future.
Today I was given binoculars to see how far I have to go (to reach the summit). I also realized my undergraduate career gave me shitty flip flops in means of sportswear.
Grad. school admissions are spitting on me from way up there.
I'll rest and continue in the morning.
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