The past few days (if it really has been that long) have been…difficult. Things are changing—mostly because of my actions—and I'm not sure if I'm ready to handle the consequences. But it's too late for that; things are going to be different from now on.

I have an article for Fisher, Ink. that needs to be rough-drafterized by Monday and my interviewee won't return any of my emails or calls to arrange a talk. I have my last English paper due in a few hours. It's 5 a.m. and I haven't slept yet. Math is starting to drown me—too much, too fast. I just can't keep up right now, and finals are right around the corner.

My insomnia isn't helping. I'm always tired but never sleepy. I nap randomly and it usually just consists of lying in bed, thinking. I hate to think. Thinking just creates more thinking—it's a vicious cycle, to perpetuate that dreaded cliché to describe any type of unpleasant circular behavior.

I need a break but I don't want one. I want the quarter to be over but I want more time. I don't want to go home for a whole month. Not now, at least—anytime but now.