please release me
[mood| 
exhausted...zu müde ]
[music| Monster Hospital - Metric]
It just never stops.
You wouldn't believe how (aw)full my last months have been. I haven't had a decent no-worries slumber in a long while. Fortunately, my need for sleep seems to be receding, allowing for more hours to address every last bit of schoolwork I have to finish.
Maybe I've just grown too used to the 15-18 unit semesters that I feel ready to die from 24. Maybe I'm just not built for the student life; something I've been convinced of since before I signed up for CETs and CATs. Too much reading that's not really to my liking; it kills the brain, methinks.
It did seem for a moment that I was to come to a calm by midweek. Some semblance of a calm, anyway. It's not like thesis work ever goes away until you've printed the final draft, and maybe even a little after that.
Anyway, the calm? It didn't happen. I'd rather not say who's at fault, but I'm seriously considering defecting to another.
I just want the tiny little baby annoyances to stop so I can commit a proper follow-through to the earnest effort I promised both my Zamboanga City thesis and my zombie script. (Yes, I am making a cheap, unassuming, straight-forward zombie post apocalyptic romp of a script.)
exhausted...zu müde ]
[music| Monster Hospital - Metric]
It just never stops.
You wouldn't believe how (aw)full my last months have been. I haven't had a decent no-worries slumber in a long while. Fortunately, my need for sleep seems to be receding, allowing for more hours to address every last bit of schoolwork I have to finish.
Maybe I've just grown too used to the 15-18 unit semesters that I feel ready to die from 24. Maybe I'm just not built for the student life; something I've been convinced of since before I signed up for CETs and CATs. Too much reading that's not really to my liking; it kills the brain, methinks.
It did seem for a moment that I was to come to a calm by midweek. Some semblance of a calm, anyway. It's not like thesis work ever goes away until you've printed the final draft, and maybe even a little after that.
Anyway, the calm? It didn't happen. I'd rather not say who's at fault, but I'm seriously considering defecting to another.
I just want the tiny little baby annoyances to stop so I can commit a proper follow-through to the earnest effort I promised both my Zamboanga City thesis and my zombie script. (Yes, I am making a cheap, unassuming, straight-forward zombie post apocalyptic romp of a script.)