the home stretch

by all empirical measures, i am presently in the home stretch of the semester, and as my research paper nears completion to the sound of Rachmaninov playing his second piano concerto, my yin is in the bedroom watching The Simpsons. the past week has seen long days, short sleeps, and copious hours spent in front of computer monitors.

at night i get a strange tingling energy throughout my body, whose cause or demise i've yet to discover. i started a book by Donald Barthelme and wonder what effect it will have on my non-sequiturs. i read Carrol on the beach and imagined thieves in the sand. Jache may or may not be doing better. i wait for the tingling energy to leave or subside. i wait, i wait, i type, i type...