I am here again because my youth is dying and I want to remember all the times I squandered it away (but hey I'm still schooling).
Time: 10:07pm on a Tuesday night.
Niggling thoughts: Unprepared for the meeting with my FYP supervisor tomorrow, laundry undone, face is oily, blah.
My thesis is shaping up like a fat woman in a girdle (i.e. not really) and a mild panic sets in every time I think about it. After which I stop thinking about it and therefore panic even more.
I do enjoy the modules I'm taking this semester though - Science and Lit & Children's Lit - as much as one can enjoy learning within bound parameters, a room full of strangers, and a few essays upon which my incumbent future lies.
Off to do the laundry. Ta.
