But I think I’m coming down with a case of it, myself. How annoyingly annoying and lame. Stacked haphazardly to my left is everything I should be doing while on my right rests everything I’d rather be doing. For once, I’m not waxing poetic— All my art assignments, scholarship applications, math homework and a sad attempt at analyzing John Donne’s Air and Angels is on my left in the midst of an overwhelming, papery orgy of procrastinated obligations.

To my right I have The Treasured Writings of Khalil Gibran, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, a bag of Nutter Butters and an unfinished piece of writing that I’m trying to finish but panic at all the other things I should be doing when I sit down to finish it.

I want to create art because I want to not because I have to meet a deadline. I want to magically understand math, or at least have the answer key to every math problem ever. I don’t want to worry about failing a class that’s content has little to do with my life in the grand scheme of things. I want to appreciate John Donne’s poetry without feeling like a literary blasphemer for barely scratching the surface of Air and Angels and expressing how annoyingly flowery I’m currently finding it to be. I want to quit sounding like a whiny brat. I want to not be tired all the time.

And I’m resting my chin on my clean, fluffy and entirely too comfortable pillow…

I’m awake. For now.