it’s a curious group of people on the metro this 11 pm. some are reading like the normal rush hour crowd; others look dazed, as if they don’t know why they’re there; still others who are tired and want to be home and even their clothes look like they’ve been worn for slightly too long a day.
15 down, 45 pages to go. 9 more days. can I really do this? panic rising. frenzy. write write write. study study study. /end