tmr is finals of my last nationals as a stnicks tracker... again. i feel sad...
and once again, i am surpried by my ability to ignore overwhelming odds and still hope... hope against hope. that we will bring home what we deserve and what we have all bled, sweat and cried for.

enough on that. time will tell i supposed. i shall not pray for anyone's bad luck. i will only pray that our runners have the strength to run well, the calm and peace before their race and the strength to accept the result...

today was hectic. as is every day now.
test here test there tests everywhere. i'm in a sea of tests and i think i'm only floudering, struggling to stay afloat. if i stop struggling and trying, i'll sink. like an anvil... homework is surrounding me... cornering me really. i feel like a trapped prey. everywhere i turn, there is something hostile to deal with. everywhere i turn, there is no escape, no peace. everything is turmoil and stress.

the sleepy orange glow from a tired street lamp
the sheer black sky.
like the colour beneath my eyes.
the computer whirls and groans
from a long day at work
the clicking at the keyboard doesnt stop.
clipclopclipclop
like a horse
chasing a speedy prey- a deadline
the bed beckons
and is ignored
my eyelids try to fight gravity...
and fail at around 3....