Crunch time
October 10, 2001it’s crunch time, and i haven’t felt this way in so long. the tired eyes, the tumbling stomach, the achey back. the staring off into nowhere because i am so paralyzed — too paralyzed — to actually do what it is i’m supposed to be doing. the deadline, looming over our heads like a black cloud. the stress, strung across my shoulders like rubberbands about to break. and all i want is to drive away, far far away, with the windows rolled down, the music blasting and a cute boy sitting shotgun.