It is the end of the semester at last and I await the apocalypse. It is not the destruction of most aspects of civilized society that will come, but rather it is the uncovering. I am nervous, and there is no real reason for anxiety.
I cannot understand precisely why, though - as my friend William is fond of saying - the anxiety is overdetermined. It may be the end of everything safe and stable that I sense. At any rate, the anxiety is constant.