I have a postcard with a single word on it tacked to the small bulletin board above my computer. The word is ANGST, and it is rarely more appropriate than when the end of a semester is nigh.
One moment I'm euphoric: this research paper/project/essay is going so well! I'm an academic genius! The next, I'm in the depths: this research paper/project/essay is an utter failure. Who do I think I'm kidding?
It is altogether energizing, frustrating, stimulating, intriguing, maddening and gratifying.
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Not sure what's sadder -- that they can't spell shirts or that $1.89 (rather, I 89) dry cleaning is all it takes to make a Wednes... -
While crafting with buttons, the madness slowly began to creep in. They're mocking me. Mocking me, I tell you! Aaaahhheeeee
