Hit the 'snooze' button. Time to get up. It is the final stretch of fall quarter. Tensions are already building. The holidays offer no respite, only an illusion of relaxation masking the harsh reality of endless obligation.
Stress is high.
I have two papers due, a bazillion more to correct, and yo quiero to kill whoever decided languages were meant to be studied at 8 a.m. I rummage through my dresser, surrounded by two weeks' worth of cleaning that will wait for two more weeks before it is completed. For me, it's music. Throw in the Dead. Must be getting early Clocks are running late Paint by number morning sky, Looks so phony.