Reality: In Piles All Around Me

I've been at school since 10:15. It's now much later. I've read 23 handwritten essays, and graded something like 17 of them. This is usually a highly ritualistic three-day process, and I'm doing it in one. Begging for a headache. And I got one. So I alleviated it by reading blogs, and now by writing one. I'm dying for a window, for cats, for food other than gummy worms. And I will be leaving for a party in just two hours. I should finish this grading, prepare my presentation (for the party; strange party), and try to stop at home at least momentarily. Dare me to grade six essays in the next hour?

I accept.