Even though I've been more able to work than usual, I have only gotten 3 good hours logged on my critique. I wonder how I can master my rhythm. The caffeinated tea I drank earlier still beats in my veins, but the concentration is gone. The clarity of mind I once had leaves me. An acquaintance of mine will go on medical leave this fall. I'm not sure it's physical. Sometimes I wish I could leave too- but I must keep going. I graduate in May, after all.