It is 8:44pm. The laptop is set up with the text of my empty midterm outline blinking at me with size 12 pupils and double spaced whites …just staring dumbly at me. Well, not too dumbly I fear, for somehow I can sense an italicized scorn in its gaze. It somehow knows that creative words, anxious to make a genesis of new thoughts and expressions are gurgling inside me. They are pressing me to let them out. Somehow, my midterm and I both know that tonight, my disciplinary inner Academian spirit cannot say "no. "
There…just 96 words and I feel better already!
