Mudpit

I am waist-deep in homework, the Wordsworth portion of which is to about the middle of my calves, and like being this deep in mud I am slogging around trying to pull myself out. Except for right now. Right now I am tired of dragging my legs through the mess; my muscles are screaming in exhaustion from the effort and all I want to do is let the homework overtake me and drag me down under the surface until I quit fighting and just give up completely. And if it weren't my last semester before I finally achieve the goal of obtaining my associates degree, I would do just that. But even if I let it go and just slip away into the oblivion of failing, I would still have to come back and finish this class eventually, because it would always be standing between me and finishing my AA/gaining entrance to a state university. So instead of giving up completely, I will have to settle for taking a break for tonight, for stopping my movements and resting for a small time while I regain a little bit of strength and hope that it is enough to help me pull myself free from the mire.