I wish I could go back to being younger, because as I get older
its like someone made a big chart ful of rules for me.
And because I'm tired, and because I've been grading almost non-stop since 11:00, I write in the margin "No shit, right?" and go on to grade two more of those things before the realization kind of sinks in. Then I have to put on the hoodie and walk up the street, past all the people drinking and dancing, past the sounds of the final innings of the Mets game to [corporate pharmacy] for white-out, because while the breakdown is almost certainly coming, it is not here yet.