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We’re all clearly getting too old for this..
Well, kids, it’s that time of the year again. When winter slips into summer, and we put off all things we really should be doing so as we are able to do everything that we really shouldn‘t be doing. No different from any other time of the year, right? Wrong. It’s finals time, ladies and gentlemen! That means quite a bit, for it’s not just that last week of the semester that hurts, it’s the preceding two weeks that actually make you want to blow your brains out. When everything that you’ve waited to do until the very last minute is finally due. All at once. And maybe you’re fucked, maybe you’re not. You can’t be too sure until it’s all done, and, most likely, too late. But then it’s over, and you can move on with life, until it’s time to do everything all over again. Wee!
This means: more… smoking, procrastinating, distractions, talking to myself, caffeine running through my bloodstream, wondering why there aren’t more hours in the day, swear words being used, of everything to do, mood fluctuations, of a chance of crashing, turning into a complete train wreck, going crazy, and/or falling into some sort of a coma, and let us not forget… countless and pointless hours spent browsing the internet when we should be getting our shit in order, etc.
This also means: less… hygiene(?), social life, caring, sleeping, time, safe driving, relaxation, sane thinking, etc.
I can’t even finish writing this. I need to scamper off to Microsoft Word land, and bang out an eight to ten page paper before I can even get started on all of the other stuff. My mind can’t focus anymore, and it’s early in the game. Bad sign? Eh. The work always gets done. Somehow.
