ACID!

Urgh.

5.30am.

Stomach contents are revolting.

Coffee has turned into sulfuric alien blood in the pit of my gorge.

Just got home from campus. The janitor’s weird accusatory looks made me run away. Am ashamed that I am still marking. Marking the product of 43 students’ effort through eye grit and anger.

Birds were singing while I walked home. Damn, idiotic cheerful birds.

Have 16 papers left to mark. Will do those in the morning. Actually, I guess it is now morning. Rather, I will do them later this morning.

And re-read Groucho paper. Again. All in preparation to hand it in by noon to the pickiest prof in existence, who will have nothing nice to say, anyway.

Sleep now. Worry later.