Beyond the Adventures of the 14 Day Thesis

My legs are cramped, my ankles swollen. I feel like an overweight and pregnant Bovine Creature stuck herded up behind this iridescent screen all day.

My skin is pale and my nose bright red, itching and running from the constant irritation of pollens, dust and cheap perfume that is recycled by this air-conditioned in this climate controlled hell hole.

All around me people are in the throws of celebration as I type myself into a hunchbacked frenzy. The university is silent every night when I leave the library except for the feint sounds of celebration that echo somewhere beyond the horizon of my vision and mock me from the darkness.

2 more days and I’ll be done.

2 more days and I can lie in the sun.

Take this mantra and wash, rinse, repeat.

Soon.

-H-