The Brink Of Disaster

"The tiger in my tank/ is going to go extinct/ And I'm not feelin' so good myself/ I think I'm on the brink of disaster!"

At last! My own little corner of dysfunction and ranting available whenever and wherever you choose. And yes, it is all about me.

Monday, April 26, 2004

The Circuit Is Nearly Complete

In precisely 12 hours, I will be in my master's examination. The revisions have gone spendidly, and I feel as prepared as I could posisbly be. The stress now is all bureaucratic--I was left off the spring graduation list and there may be a problem with the constitution of my examining committee. All I can do right now, though, is calm myself so that I can have productive conversations tomorrow. Only after that will I be able to attempt to navigate the bureaucratic channels once more. As the litany goes: I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer; fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me, and when the fear has gone, I will turn the inner eye to see its path, but there will be nothing. Only I shall remain. But now, I'm gonna go get a beer.

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