Let's face it

It's just really hard to concentrate on class when....

1. Your thesis is due in 14 days and you have not even remotely written Chapter 4,

2. You have two recurrent nightmares and in both the same thing happens,

3. You have had a mysterious infection that could put the persistence of L. Ron Hubbard brethren to shame,

4. You have been surviving off two hours a sleep per night, at most, for the past several nights,

5. Which you are pretty sure is directly related to how you recently heard a whispering woman's voice, even though you were quite alone in the room,

6. The best night sleep you've had was the night you broke your own heart,

7. And now everyone has written a love poem,

8. And you hold back all shallowed breathing leaking only by knowing that in your life all will occur like physics, once and forever, and

9. This holds your soul up until someone remarks that it is also a law of physics that on the deepest atomic level, nothing ever really touches, and meanwhile

10. Behind your professor's head, on the board, is a huge chalk-drawn wedge of large-holed swiss cheese with bulging eyeballs and an open mouth of sharp teeth under a glowering halo of flames, and from where you are sitting,

11. The cheese mouth is clearly about to devour his unsuspecting head.