How I Think

I don't really have much to complain about generally speaking. However I would like to take a moment to comment on the creature in the corner of my room right now.

It's made out of worry and paper and old Styrofoam cups that used to hold coffee. It's held together with hysterical laughter and ridiculous comments that come from being up at three in the morning. It's drooling too, did I mention that? It's the most faithful pet ever. It dogs me everywhere and it smells like ink and sweat. It eats creativity and motivation and it loves to gnaw on organization. It gets more and more frolicsome as the night gets longer. Right now it's starting to romp around and chase its tail. Soon it will decide it has to go out and probably head to the corner pizza place while I trail after it, mumbling orders for it to sit in the corner and be quiet.

It barks at my professors, drawing their attention. They give it a pat on the head and feed it a treat -- a presentation here, a paper there, a written exam for being cute. It's going to become obese if they keep spoiling it like that, but will they listen to me when I point this out? No. It's just a poor little beast after all, and I need to learn to take care of my pets. Really, they say, I should be taking it out and exercising it more, training it. I can't just put it off and put it off and expect it to know what I want it to do and how it ought to behave.

I've name it Finals, and we're going to become very good friends.