I am amidst my cozy little break from doing my homework and going to class. It feels a little like purgatory waiting for the next thing to start, knowing my brain is pushing its thinking limits.
My brain is a little like this can: made of Teflon (at least I would like to think so — more likely it is made of soft membrane tissue and ultra-sensitive nerves bundled together inside flaps upon flaps of membrane and cerebral fluid…but Teflon is just as good) but is fading and rusting away.
Yeah, that metaphor didn’t come out right…that sounds more like I’m on drugs rather than just tired and in need of simple non-vegetative thought. In other words, watching the new episode of The Office while eating ice cream sounds like just about the best thing ever right now. However, I am far, far from doing that.
There’s always Friday to look forward to…
