terminate this middleness!

mid-terms numb my buns. 

i sit. i read. i read. i get distracted. i read. i write. i study. i get distracted. i read. i read. i study. i get distracted. i cancel and postpone and reschedule and get distracted. there just aren't enough hours in the day...

so amidst the alarm and class and work and reading and writing and arithmetic (NO i would never sign up for the last one, so why are there arithmetic problems on my midterm review sheet? have i ever been to this class?) midterms are synonymous with a tornado of clocks ticking and distractions looming (yes, the rambling words embody the week).

and yet somehow, even without enough hours in the day, it always gets done. ....one of the unexplanables of life.