Thursday, May 29, 2003

Do you know the nasty feeling in the pit of your stomach that wells up whenever papers are due, gentle reader? I have a pretty mild case of that right now, and you know what? I will miss it. Now, before you staple my ears to an EZ-Erase Board, let me tell you that I’m waxing nostalgic only partly because this is my final, final paper.

I’ve actually been savoring this feeling for my last few papers like any good papo-masochist. And now, I need to sleep very, very badly.