how sad a thing

Today I peeked over someone’s shoulder to read this out of his journal: "How sad a thing…"

I am exhausted. Everything is due tomorrow, so I will be drinking green tea late into the night, once again. After that, Mom will come for a visit and things should slow down. I’ll have to grade portfolios later in the week, and that’s work, but I don’t mind it because it is not stressful to me. I’ve been grading piles of essays for years now. I know how to do it.

I have the urge to go wild, party late into the night, drink to excess, let my hair down, scream and dance. It is just a reaction to this end of the semester pressure. A break certainly will feel good.

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