I am mainly writing this for procrastination's sake--since I've worn out sleep as a method to the point it was becoming unnatural and probably fairly unhealthy. The red onesie was plotting to meld with my epidermis, I feared. This afternoon, with full intentions of tackling my final projects and entering Spring Break, I went for a walk to 'clear my head' which is truly a desperate measure since I haven't walked anywhere just for the fuck of it since my feet and King County Metro replaced my Honda back in 2006. I have the Head & Shoulders label almost memorized, replaced two light bulbs despite my fear of even the slightest of heights, and I even offered to do the dishes tonight (and was denied because the clever boyfriend has caught on to my weak and generally repetitive tactics and has since been diligently thwarting them one by one.). Anything,
anything, to keep me from having to take the first heinously intimidating step of 'progress'.
On a less superficial plane: I'm burnt out. Not with just this quarter, but with school in it's entirety. All day, I've dreaded my inevitable life, post-grad, as a Starbucks barista, pushing buttons and forcing winning smiles. Fuck.
Hope finals week isn't kicking your ass as much it is mine.
Best,
WEH
