this class is about tragedies, so i'll live one

The bitter burn of coffee

and some grating mashing taps

to grind out a few pages of nonsense.

I'm running short on minutes and the printer's out of ink.

Why type I so idly here?

I need to write a paper. A short one, yes. But a paper.

(When did four pages become a short paper?)

I'd prefer not to.

I'm very tired. And kinda blue in hue.