the final final
It’s not the sore throat, stuffy nose, sniffly sneezes, or even the throbbing chronic muscle pain.
It’s not that I’d rather be doing something else – although, there is that. There are a lot of other things I’d rather be doing.
Like sipping a pina colada on a sunny beach listening to the ocean waves lapping at my feet. Like ascending a Colorado mountain trail replete with columbine and firs.
Like reorganizing my makeup. Like folding my socks. Like restocking the Q-tip jar in my bathroom.
I think you get my point: revising a piece for workshop is waaaaay down the list for tonight.
I am so done with finals and this is my *final* finals week to-do item.
I left the workshop revision for last, thinking that if I got all the other distractions out of the way, I’d feel like I could really concentrate on *my* work.
Well, duh. Now I’m just burned out and my poor decrepit immune system couldn’t fight off this virus that’s going around and here you find me, sniffling and coughing and wheezing and typing this instead of *revising* something…
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what does it mean to "get right with the lord"?
My friend Amanda says some pretty interesting shit sometimes. One thing she often says is the phrase “get right with the lord”. Sometimes in reference to something she ought to be doing, and sometimes in reference to something somebody else ought to be doing. Regardless, that’s the phrase in question.
So I’m madly scribbling away at my final project for class today and I stop and I abruptly turn to Amanda, who is also madly scribbling away at her own final project (I believe she described her own finals psychosis as “ferret-like”) and I say, “What does it mean to get right with the lord?” And Amanda, bless her, says something like, “I don’t usually mean that in any kind of deep, religious sense.”
And this comment precipitates in me a wine- and finals-induced existential crisis about the whole affair. I’m thinking I’m going to go to hell. Mostly for being a hypocrite, but also for a lot of other things, like the 7 Deadly Zins (http://www.lodivineyards.com/7deadly.htm), um, I mean, SINS. Like lust, vanity, sloth, gluttony, or whatever. I forget the rest. This is another reason that I fear I may go to hell – ignorance.
Generally, lately, I’ve been feeling pretty lusty and vain. I think this is a sign of stress. So, based on that, I think it may be time for a vacation. I can’t wait for finals week to be over.
Ooh, and I wanna try this wine, too.
Addendum: don’t you hate it when there are drunk people yelling outside your window at all hours of the night? When I am drunk, I keep it to myself. I don’t think that’s so much to ask. Is it?
