Over the last ten hours, I have been extremely zen.

I’m doing my chemistry homework, and we’re going over basic organic compounds. While working, I realize I’ve seen the structure of isopropyl cyclohexane before in a social diagram, demonstrating the friendships in a
group. Turn the people to carbons, and it is exactly the same. Though the middle carbon in the propyl chain seems like it’d be the worst to get rid of, removing the unit connecting the ring to the branched chain  would actually be the most disastrous.

Everything is interconnected.

Means of understanding and learning, most of all.

I Can’t.

My knees creak, my wrists grind, small bolts of pain appear and vanish in my knuckles.

I lay on my bed, attempting eloquence, ending sentence after sentence with disappointed punctuation and unpunctual finishes.

The assignment with its details calls to me, poking and prodding with its details: 12pointTimesNewRoman1inchmarginsMLAworkscited4-6pagesdoublespaced.

Change of scene

attempt at functionality

potential distractions abound.