I have two weeks left to finish the work for my Master’s. My world is my laptop, my lovers the keys. I drink Earl Grey and I eat cheese slices and I write and smoke and write and smoke and sometimes I weep quietly underneath the desk. I have to work in the spare room because there are things in my bedroom just waiting to distract me, gurning clowns and hula girls, mermaids, squid and juggling dogs, Ophelia drowning and Wee Jimmy Krankie.
My hair is out of control again, coiling itself into dense ropes while I sleep, trying to pull itself over my eyes. It’s escaping, long strands sliding off the pillow and sidewinding along the floor, crawling up the table legs like thin red ivy. Soon we will all be swaddled and the house will be still.
Keep Calm and Carry On.