( Cut for stupid self-pitying angst )

School continues to wear me down. It doesn't seem like I'm getting anywhere with the things I'm supposed to be working on ( Read more... )

I turned in my scholarship portfolio at lunchtime today. Now it's a matter of waiting, in suspense, to see if there will be any result. I was cheered up when I remembered that I'm only going to have to do this once more ( Read more... )

I've spent six or eight hours today trying to get caught up on my homework and my scholarship portfolio. I'm not nearly done with any of it. I'm depressed and exhausted. I've worked on homework every day of this break, including the day I spent the morning in the dentist's chair.

I ask myself, again and again and again: What the hell am I doing ( Read more... )

I am despairing at the amount of stuff I need to get done before break is over. And also at the piles of papers and random crap that cover every available surface. The Professor is helping me sort some of it out, which makes me feel horribly guilty. But it's true that I am grateful for the help, and also for the cooking he's been doing ( Read more... )

Apparently, I'm doomed to spend all my days off from school this semester feeling like crap. Stupid sore throat.

I really hope it gets better quickly, since I don't want to waste the Professor's whole visit sitting around drinking tea (and spilling tea all over the piles of junk on my table) and moaning about how tired and cranky I am. Ugh.

Not much to say. What I mostly want to do is sleep for a very long time.

My teeth still hurt. It worries me. I called the dentist this afternoon, got their answering machine. I'll have to try again tomorrow.

I cannot say that a trip to the dentist for a couple of huge, expensive fillings is really the most restful way to finish off a week spent fighting a cold. Good god I feel like hell ( Read more... )

It's been an unhappy sort of day, with the cold still hanging on and making me tired and unfocused. Being sick affects a whole bunch of senses I'm not even usually aware of: my sense of time, my sense of balance, my sense of temperature. So getting through my classes today was no fun, and when I finally got home I was dizzy and headachey and ( Read more... )

Dear My Subconscious ( Read more... )