And time goes by so slowly.

Spring break, in all technicality, ends tonight.  I’m not terribly distraught.  I’ve spent the entire time in a state of inexcusable sloth and gluttony.

It’s now that I realize the sheer magnitude of schoolwork I have left undone.  I was supposed to write a poem for my english class.  The subject is one I find difficult to write.  It was to be about a cathartic experience.  The first time I felt a release of emotion that left me at peace with the world.  Or some such bullshit.  Not to say I haven’t tried.  I am not a writer, much less a poet by nature.  I haven’t a gift for words, let alone the ability to write a poem about a feeling I have never experienced.

However, it is likely that I will turn out some load of shit that will somehow earn top marks.  I’ve discovered that I am mostly incapable of failure, and something like a simple poem shan’t ruin my record.

I fully intended to write this weeks theme.  The thing about spirituality.  But I’m too ignorant and shallow to know what spirituality is.  The word hasn’t a concrete meaning.  Even in the dictionary, the meaning is vague.  It’s irritating.

Most things are.  Irritating.  Like, for example, my sudden fatigue.  I think it’s come time to take four tylenol pm and sleep for the next twelve or so hours.  Maybe more if I’m lucky.