Swamped

The last week+ has been a world of late nights and long work. I did not do so well on the last Orgo exam I'm thinking. I'm kicking myself for not studying the right things enough.

I still manage to waste time thinking about the past:
X land! Back when word perfect was ALL truetype
Ah, childish innocence and creativity

               ________
  go go go    |  _     \^^
      theta   / /X|   ___□
_λ___   _man!/ /XX|  |XXXX
XXXXX| |XXXX/ /XXX|  |XXXX
XXXXX| |XXX/ /XXXX|  |XXXX
XXXXX|______/XXXXX|^^|XXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

I never owned a console.

This was all written in the Computer Workroom, where worker hours have been cut across the board for financial issues.

So flipping tired;
Another test
In the morning.

Two days,
Three exams.
Damn.

I look around the workroom.
All these people,
So few consultants.

I alone
Hold the power,
With my finger
Hovering over the switch.

I attempt to write,
But the words are insincere.
Why must I be diplomatic
And so, so detached?

I still won't be getting near back to normal until sometime in the middle of next week when a lot of stuff has passed. For now, back to the grindstone.