like the eye of a tornado

Like the eye of a tornado that knows no patience or clemancy, it consumes everything with an insatiable appetite and allows for not a single ounce of deliverance.
For now, school is consuming me.
I wouldn't say whole, but substially so.
Maybe i am just being dramatic and thinking too much. Maybe.
I can't wait for tomorrow to be over.
I feel stupid.

But yet- there never is without a 'but' in my dictionary, is there?
Yes, but yet, i feel some sort of unexplainable thrill creeping up, for reasons quite unknown.
Ever so often, i delight in the unknown- the prospect of knowing something potentially bad can happen but yet with some stroke of luck or sheer wit, the situation can head the other direction.

Ahh, to hell with all that.
To hell with the endless thoughts and thinking.
Right now, the only thing that should be occupying my little brain is tomorrow's major presentation.
Of which, i am still thinking hard and going in circles with.
Good luck i say.

" We aren't perfect, so nothing we ever build or do can be perfect. And thinking that we can is the most dangerous form of self-delusion."

(plucked from somewhere)