I finally found the line.
Well, I've pushed before, but I've finally asked for too much. I'm withdrawing from a class because I physically canot finish the essay. I think the 12 page term paper in 18 hours last semester pretty much drained any capacity I may have had for that type of foolishness. Yet, after a two-week cycle of decision making that can only be described as disastrous, here I am with a paper due today that is undone. Only this time, I can't do it. The last time I used more than one day to write a paper was last fall. This is no way to live life. I've survived for 1.5 semesters on coke and greasy pizza and it's finally become untenable. So maybe this W is the wakeup call I need. I need to take my extra 3 hours a week now and not let this happen again.
It is quite literally killing me. I felt like shit today, and while this can partly be attributed to last night, it's more from running on empty. Not even like shit, just stomach queasy. The ideas just would not come out. It'll be ok. I needed something, and I got it. Lessons learned harshly are the only ones that stick.
It is quite literally killing me. I felt like shit today, and while this can partly be attributed to last night, it's more from running on empty. Not even like shit, just stomach queasy. The ideas just would not come out. It'll be ok. I needed something, and I got it. Lessons learned harshly are the only ones that stick.