I'm at a dead end tonight. I'm dead tired; I worked a twelve-hour day at the office. I'm dead determined; I will get some final exams graded tonight. I'm dead cold; I never turn up the heat at home because it's too damn expensive. I'm dead hungry; I feel like I could eat a turkey dinner with all the trimmings and then go out to dinner. I'm dead panicked; I hardly have any Christmas shopping done. I'm dead worried; I don't know how we're going to pay for presents this year and pay the bills.
That's why I'm at a dead end tonight. I know I'm overreacting to my situation right now. I always do. when I get this stressed out. It's an end-of-semester thing. Once my grades are entered, I will be able to regain a little sanity at this insane time of year.
Saint Marty is dead certain about that.
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| Down at the end of lonely street... |
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