Creative Practice Day 47

"A snapshot of early November"
  Kettles Instant pots soapy water bottles and blood pressure
  little tiny boxes with far too many things inside
  my water bottle at 32,000 feet
  building pressure due dates hang over my head like the dead an angry voice inside clamors for control apathy and distraction have not budged
  I'm so horribly behind
  clawing for hope snow might come for good soon what if I just gave up? just three more weeks of torture, then a nice long break
  I feel like a hotdog, forgotten on a grill stuck and getting crispy knowing the burn may set in any minute and burnt-out hot dogs don't get master's degrees
  Maybe caffeine would help or I would just procrastinate faster The end is nigh no not that one the less exciting one. with the tests and presentations
  not firey death and oblivion. cool, cool.