when service doesn't matter, to them
you'll get long queues.
queues that stretched all the way to the road,
extending way past the sheltered waiting area.
at least four single decks worth of people before me

just have to pray that nothing happens tomorrow
then i can safely free myself from the lab
to concentrate on the report
while hoping that it will not return in the following semester
fell once, but proceeding on fine for now
and i wouldn't want a second fall. definitely.

counting down - exams, fop, attachment and flag day
when dates inch closer, stress intensity amplifies
i will survive. i better survive
omg it's week eleven.

it's so complicated.
more that the squishy matter up there can figure
but maybe, i'm just plain retarded.
make that quite likely.