yearbook class.

i'm watching my teacher eat a sucker and half the students in this class work on 20 other things completely unrelated.

my teacher may persecute me for being one of them.
i am smiling thinking of the irony that would fall over us
if she were staring at her screen at this blog,
while i am staring at my sceen typing it.

this is not the point though.

my palms are sweaty and my mind is racing.
it's like there are little loops in my head and beads are
swirling like horses on a race track.

my body is tired, but my mind is so awake,
but at the same time my eyes are heavy and my
brain feels drowsy while my legs won't sit still.

i am confused. my palms are leaving hand prints that look
like soggy footprints on the computer.

i think i am just going to go pee.