BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,

so damn tired ...

The past week has been an insane whirlwind of family stuff ... so much so, that I really ended up blowing off a lot of my school work ... which is now coming back to haunt me. I was supposed to have had my Case Study finished by the end of class today but I just had the basic part (80 points worth) plus one of the "extra skill sets" (5 points) done by the end of the day ... the instructor gave me till tomorrow morning to finish (since he knew my schedule had been hell since last Wednesday). Unfortunately, I have been pushing through with one hour of sleep here, two there, the past couple of days and at this point I'm a ZOMBIE ... I hate to "just leave it" at 85 points, but I have doubts that I'll be able to successfully complete any of the other stuff since my brain isn't working too well at this point. I think I'll work till 2am then sleep till 4 and then see what I can finish up. Bleh. That screaming sound you hear is my GPA hurtling earthward.

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                    ALL THE FORMS OF MADNESS

                    struck down, damaged,
                    made unwhole,
                    made unwell,
                    yet cut no slack
                    by pressing worlds;
                    how to function,
                    how to be
                    within this hell?

                    our days are scrambled,
                    we have no pattern,
                    we have no plan;
                    we are slammed left and right,
                    tossed up and down,
                    pinball action
                    but with metal walls
                    and we an orb of flesh

                    too many things,
                    too many needs;
                    the hours tumble off,
                    grabbed by hungry hands
                    we can not feed,
                    rapacious schedules
                    set the norm here
                    without a haven place

                    unseen vises
                    latch upon the head
                    and squeeze away,
                    erupting bolts of pain,
                    spasms of illness,
                    descending spirals
                    aching for death
                    as a release

                    all the forms of madness
                    swirl around me,
                    we can't be sane
                    to every type of fool;
                    we must find center,
                    a base from which to strike
                    back at their chaos
                    deep to their fears

                             - Brendan Tripp

                    Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp

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