Dangit

I've been struggling with this freaking paper for the past four days. It is the hardest nut I've ever had to crack. What's curious about this particular struggle is, that for the last four days, I have been continuously distracted by one of my doodles of Hoss. It's like I've never doodled anything so magnificent in my life. In my anguish, I plea to the doodle to stop staring at me. But it doesn't. It won't. It's consuming me. Tearing apart my insides like only four days of short, disturbed sleep and an illness in my respiratory system can. I fear if I am to lose this battle of will and descend into madness, this is the face that will look at me, failed and frail, and laugh. And as I stare back into its pitiless eyes I will see only the abyss, staring back; and I will ask - who is the cartoon here? The silly drawing on the paper with its infinite gaze or the silly man in his seat slowly dying from stress? I can only wish this paper - this quarter - ends before I do.