Yes, it’s true, I’m bitter
-ly tired. Something about the caffeine helps me keep going. Why am I awake at 3:40AM? Not because of the paper anymore. It’s because of the caffeine. So I’ll be going to bed soon. If it’ll wear off.
Uhm… oh, yes. My poetry teacher instructed us to write an eight page paper reviewing and discussing elements of a poetry book of our choice. I focused a lot on the themes in the book. I don’t know what half of the stuff meant. I don’t think I’m supposed to, either. “This Tree Will Be Here For A Thousand Years”, will it? Ha! Where is my saw? Where is my axe? Robert Bly is a fine writer, but even he realizes most trees don’t make it 1000 years. Or whatever it is the tree is a metaphor attached to.
Today proves reminiscent of my week in general. Lots of stuff to do. Not tons of free time. Tiredness. Wasted time.
Then sleep. Sleep always comes later.
The question that remains, when will the questions about the future be answered: before sleep or months from now? Or perhaps laced into those rare nights with dreams remembered.
‘twould be nice.