I had just arrived home after brunching with an out-of-town friend, and was looking forward to a whole afternoon and evening of working on my MA poetry thesis, when a gust of irritation blew into me. I climbed the stairs, looking for it like a small animal lurking behind bookshelves. I was tired of my…

Last night at almost 11pm I zipped down to King St. to hand off a load of marked papers for my patient professor. I might have been able to meet him early the next morning, but I couldn’t stand having the thick stack in my room another moment. I wanted my desk– and mind– clear…

It’s nearly dawn and the first light has appeared above the old townhouses. I’ve pulled another all-nighter, inadvertently, not realizing how the hours were slipping past in front of my laptop. The fact that my days and nights have reversed, yet again, leaves me feeling out-of-sync with the world, and a strange sense of regret.…