Deadly Normal

Well, he hopped out of bed,

"bad dream, hurt the head"

sat there with his bread,

and milk on his spoon.

Said "bye, off to work"

Said "clock'll never shirk"

Said "boss on the lurk"

and stuff on the desk.

Busy day, busy day,

No lunch, i'm so tired way,

All so tired, so to say,

and well... he's just tired.

Felt so cold out of bed,

Some ache, hurt the head,

"Just normal" when he said,

and stopped... he's gone. dead.


P.S. To answer doubts: I'm feeling extraordinary! I hope you don't interpolate from poems to poets like I do.

here comes the hat

The next 2.5 weeks will be interesting.

hmmmmmm.

here goes!

p.s. after a soothing cup of tea, I managed to tame myself down to the point where I could exchange the above picture for the one previously posted. Perhaps this equilibration itself is the most descriptive of my "Finals experience."