Hell Week runthrough

For now, the rush is over. For now, I can at least hope for a temporary schedule that will allow me to go to bed before bad infomercials, ugly CNN anchors, religious thieves, or Mcdonalds late night runs urge me to stay awake. For now, I can hope to wake when the sun comes out, and not be tired at noon. For now, I won't have to snap at every little thing that comes my way like that damn woman in the cell phone voicemail who tells me to press five if I want to leave a callback number or another bandwagoner who doesn't read any news, but wears an anti-bush tshirt because everyone else is doing it. For now, hell week is in the past and in the future, but not in the present.