The flying spaghetti monster only knows why I'm writing a post right now. When I'm in between classes, 3 hours away from a midterm, looking at 4 tests/papers/projects in the next 7 days, most of which are nowhere near done. One of which is barely started. I'm trying not to fall into full-on panic mode. It's tough.
Maybe that's why I'm writing this. Because it forces me to relax, to decompress, to take a single step back (because I don't have time to take 2 steps back) and realize that, by this time next week, I'll be pretty much home free. In spite of the fact that I'm running out of paper upon which to list the people I want to smack, including the people next to me who haven't quit jabbering in over an hour and have driven me to turn my headphones up to sanity-reducing levels in hopes of drowning them out. And I can still hear them. Maybe I'll take a walk before class. In spite of the fact that my train of thought has recently uncoupled and split into about 12 different directions, that it seems like focusing even for a short span of time is neither possible nor necessarily useful. In spite of the fact that I can hardly stay awake when I need to, and can hardly force myself to sleep when I need to. It will all be over soon. It'll be okay. This time next week, I'll be walking on fucking sunshine. I just need to remember that through the next seven days.
Now I'm off to get some peace, quiet, and red bull.
Keep Dreaming
