mei

in my office, twitching and correcting. i'm so terrified of turning it in; it feels like there's so much to do. there are so many more books i should have read that would have elucidated things, i should have written on more episodes.. it should be a dissertation or something in my head. maybe i'll read them and modify it over the summer.. it'd be cool to submit it somewhere, but i don't know if it's good enough. stress, stress, stress.

so i'm going to go try to print it out.. double-sided printing is for some reason not working that well, so i guess that i'll talk to the computer services peoples.

it's sunny and bright and i'm inside, but i don't care. i'm going to fucking finish this, and that makes me happy.

i'm sorry that all of my journal entries lately have been about this; it's just that it's so important to me. they'll get more interesting again after graduation, i promise!

bent tips of the long stalks of grass in the breeze. like cranes, stretching their necks and reaching pointed beaks desperately towards some invisible goal. as the wind subsides they calm, bobbing their heads, quietly speaking to the sun.