call me crazy.

everyone knows i'm a procrastinator and a slacker, but since i'm a genius, i'm also a straight A student who breezes through school like Dubya breezes through tax dollars. but i need to be honest here. i'm burned out. i'm well done. i'm charred to a bloody crisp. and i'm sick of pretending to pay attention in class when i'm really only doing crossword puzzles or surfing the net on my precious. i count the minutes between holidays and was ready for a reprieve the Monday after i returned from Spring Break. yet i'm wondering if i should apply to graduate school. i'm not sure why either. i don't like school. i can't afford school. school is the reason i like Dogbert's antidepression medication idea. it's not like i'm trying to avoid entering the workplace because i already have a good paying full time job with fabulous benefits. i have no explanation for this ridiculous compulsion to keep going to school for eternity. i must be under the influence of some alien species who mocks my pitiful life by jerking the strings of control like a mad puppeteer. i must be hopeful that school can't get worse than this experience. i must be crazy.