Hey everyone, I’ll level with you: I have not been on the ball recently. I’ve been shirking some responsibilities and losing sleep and just generally been fucking up in small, concurrent ways for about a week now. And yeah, this is nothing new, and yeah, I’ll definitely get out of this one (fingers crossed, knock on wood, god I hope this isn’t jinxing anything) but still, the past handful of days have been a little rocky. Mostly this manifests itself in me, smack dab in the middle of a conversation or a Lisa omelette, suddenly, crushingly realizing that there’s something else I’m supposed to be doing.
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We’ve all been there. It was a finals week like any other. My bag of Fritos had been reduced to salty crumbs strewn across a table in the third floor of the library; my bag of sports beans – this was prior to my current life as a coffee drinker; I used to get hyped up to write a paper by popping energy beans for marathon runners – was empty, leaving nothing more than a weird, lemon-y aftertaste in my mouth and an anxious twitch in my hand; my brain had melted into a slop of German vocabulary — “Ist das Grossschachanlage behindertenfreundlich?” —and macroeconomic theory I didn’t plan to use again. I was exhausted.