February 28, 2003

Mid-Semester Blues

You know it's gotta be the middle of the semester when you're up at 3 am, and instead of having an axe to grind you're just depressed. Ode to life, fickle and whimsical like she always is, playing the emotions off until you're so drained that all ya got left is a bit of sorrow and not enough energy to do anything about it.

Things that I should care about:
1) Admin told Brenton to take down his Confederate flag
2) A Nazi flag still flies on 41 (double standards?)
3) People getting suspended for screwing with locks in the John
4) Students getting "punished" with Honors housing for this

But the sad truth of the matter is that this week has been just a long and drawn-out one. And it's winter in East Texas and I'm sick...

But I'm on the mend and my muse is sitting off somewhere with a cattle-prod, "Work boy work! You've been wasting away with those talents for too long. I'm going to be the laughingstock of all of the muses if I can't even get some half-assed prose out of your worthless pus-filled head."

So maybe some good will come yet... or at least I'll get a good bit of rust out of the gears by using the old grey matter to write an article for the Yellow Jacket and an abstract for historiography.

Posted by Vengeful Cynic at February 28, 2003 03:23 AM