This is what the fountain outside the library looks like when you finally finish your paper.
It's funny how suffocating feelings of incompetence and dread show up to the party as soon as I have a bunch of beastly work to get done. I want to tap my brain on the shoulder and say, "Just because work isn't fun doesn't mean you have to flood my bloodstream with feelings. Sack up."
These feelings tend to spike at 11 p.m. and increase exponentially as each hour of the night passes.
Nice fountain, though.
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