The direness of the situation finally settles in.
I awake on the due date, sick and bewildered. My thoughts just as disheveled as my bed.
A cup of contraband is required to get my brain up and running.
I decide that there is still some time for taking care of myself.
The view from above.
Just a neat shot of some lockers. You may derive your own meaning.
If I am to function I need supplies. Self-medication is just what the doctor ordered. Except I am the doctor in question and I am just winging it.
There is an old folk saying that goes “If you stare at your computer monitors long enough, the solution will present itself to you.” I decide to test that.
Procrastination is partly to blame for me being in this situation. I decide that my time is best spent looking up ways to fight it, rather than actually work.
Truly a broken, pathetic man. The deadline swiftly approaches and I am wasting time in my religion class.
Perhaps the quiet that the library offers will be enough to jumpstart the creative process.
Intense introspection is thirsty work.
Despair has engulfed me entirely. I feel I am doomed to fail.
I tiny window in a big, grey wall. There is a powerful metaphor about the human condition here somewhere. Also this shot is cool.