The state of my living room in the midst of working on my written comp, which consists of a 20-30 pg "publishable" paper, due Friday, as in 5 days from now, and which I'm still reading sources for:
There are six pairs of shoes in the various places I've dropped them over the last week, including two pairs of flip-flops for the days it reached 75 degrees.
There are at least five glasses with the remnants of various beverages, anything from whiskey to tea to gatorade.
My couch is somewhere beneath a pile of papers and a pillow from my bed.
The TV is dusty from no attention.
Three ashtrays brimming with butts on various end tables.
Dog toys strewn not-so-strategically around the floor as if a puppy minefield or an obstacle course to those who would impede my frantic scholarly endeavor.
But, but, absent of the CNL who has been warned by penalty of alienation that I have no time for her idle talk or company this week.
A very stressed out crooked who has barely managed to bathe over the past five days, and who has subsequently gone color-blind (see my outfit) from both the lack of hygiene and the intensive small-black-print reading that this paper involves.
Send help,
CS