Less then 24 hours.....

I feel like the last kid in the library before Christmas. Everyone has left, except the janitor and the computer lab is quite. You feel focused, yet distracted by your alone-ness. There is hope on the horizon, and once you finish you can join the rest of the world in their joy. I wonder if the janitor ever feels left out. I wonder if I will miss my place in the quite.

Do I really want to do this.
I am tired of writing, thinking, wrestling.

Tonight the thing I love is a bit like thing I hate
Yuck

I hate that feeling