It’s inconvenient the way I tend to slip into daydreamy introspection mode the night before a test.
I can feel this minor epiphany. It’s trying to climb up out of the caves but it’ll never make it; I sealed off all the exits and I won’t – can’t – reopen them until tomorrow afternoon.
I have to concentrate. You’d think that’d be easiest now, given that the test is in under twenty-four hours, but . . .
Why am I studying this? I get no joy out of this. What am I doing here? What is this I’m feeling?
Is that a hint of . . . ?
Get out of here, epiphany. Get the fuck back underground. I won’t – can’t – have you around now.
I need to unplug this computer.
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