Sitting at the kitchen table, gloating to my brother on my accomplishments for the day, well he did ask, I’m watching the large white clock tick. Wondering if that online test will be there past midnight, too hungry to care. Too ___ to break free of the conversation with my brother. Too selfish to show up to my Y class tonight.

Too many twos. As in second guessing. Third choices produce hemorrhages. Too much, too little, too late.

Finals week is ridiculous, even when you assume to have it all under control. Why do I feel that I’ve done more for other people than I have for myself? I can probably make it through this photography final unscathed, without having to go into the city for more paper. If I was just pro-active, if I just didn’t take that extra sip of coffee.. What am I supposed to do now, that I’m stranded for time and resources?

Throw in the towel? Feels as if I just may. AH, May. But I’m almost there. We’re almost there. Karma, where are you?