“They will build statues in my honor. There will be parades held in name. Days will be set aside to commemorate me.” “What are you talking about?” “The apple monkeys told me to dance, but I didn’t have a spatula.” “Get some sleep.”
The end nears. I was up all night this night again.
I wrote a ten page term paper, a three page case analysis, and completed a take home final. I was up all night long. I may have done some other things too . . . I have seemed to lose my sense of time during this past week.
Here I am at the studio. At 6PM they told me I could leave, I stayed another 15 hours - working on finals projects in the lounge. Here I am taking a short break in the A Live Room.
All right. So this is how it works. Two weeks left in school and I stay up all night working. I wake up looking like that. And I head out looking like this. Think what you want, but you can’t argue with results.
This one thing; it's always on my mind. It consumes me entirely. I am completely at its mercy. I was almost struck by another vehicle again today as I crossed an intersection while drenched in thought about it. It drives me as it haunts me.
"There are no grades of vanity, there are only grades of ability in concealing it." -Mark Twain