Countdown

I am an undergraduate student until Tuesday. Until then, I will write late, wake early, and spend my days and nights in the ugly (always humming) library that has been my second home for the past 3 and a half years. I will drink too much coffee, write approximately 5,000 more words, and neglect my growing laundry pile for just 3 and a half more days. I will wear the pants with the loosest waistbands for the most comfortable sitting. I will stretch and that will be my luxury. My hair, artificially out of place at the beginning of the day, will be genuinely out of place by the noon hour. Bangs back, books out. Half-priced day-olds. Two day overdue fines, going on three. Four more sleeps. Only four more sleeps.