Cracking

That good old feeling of being challenged is quickly evolving into that feeling of coming close to cracking. You know the one, where the anxiety is building up and you feel like you wanna jump out of your own skin. The one where just beneath your lungs is that tense feeling, that panicky feeling. The closest thing I can come to comparing it to is that feeling you get when you've been in a crowd too long and you just want to get out, almost claustrophobic I suppose. I'm not sure where it's coming from; maybe its the fact that I'm on my third printing of my goddamn rule synthesis, each time finding a tiny error in the citations. Maybe it's coming from the fact that I've been up eighteen hours. So this is law school. Don't crack, just go to bed.
Lyric of the Day:
"Fall is my favorite season, like falling to reasoning why you crashed from on high."
Okkervil River, Red