Crispy Critter

Days flow in and out with numbing regularity. Papers have to be graded, grades recorded, tests given, presentations observed, routine following routine ad nauseum. I am fried. Getting up in the morning is a battle. I have to practice tough love on myself to get myself out of bed, bathed, dressed and on the way to work. I don't believe I've even been this burnt out.

I am counting the days until Christmas break. I'm going to disappear to Club Royce. I won't answer my phone or my door. Email will be verboten. No alarm clock. Just some time with me, myself and I. Maybe I'll remember who I am.