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[annathyst]

It's almost 4AM, and the main study room in the library begins to fill up again, as insomniacs, congenital worriers over finals, and those who, like our hero, seek to eke in those last few hours of studying time. Their conversation, filtered through headphones and the haze of stimulants, provides an almost comforting background babble, a touch of humanity in the stark world which is exam week. Everything has gone wrong - the printers are spewing garbage, Ethernet drops randomly stop working, the circulation staff is alternating between huddling under the desk and staring at the ceiling - and life continues in the midst of mess.

God, what a mess. I should rework and expand that sometime...but back to studying. Bleah.

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[ldy.livejournal.com]

Yes, do expand on that sometime-- it has a lot of promise :)

And I finally saw level 10 of collapse last night... hey, it's just like level 9, but even faster! Who'd'vethunkit? I feel like the crew of the Enterprise in ST:TNG when they found that bizarre little game that everybody got addicted to for pleasure but ultimately ate their lives away. Yes, that is collapse.