A shite day
Alas, I find myself on the crap side of life's balancing act today. This morning I woke up 5 minutes before class and after 15 seconds of groggy deliberation, dropped my head like a dead man. Yet my brain refused to release the usual cocktail of endorphins over this minor triumph of physiology. The guilt I felt over ditching combined with my vague irritation about being woken by NPR interviewing Spaniards, ruined my extra hours of rest. Eventually I got out of bed, strapped on my slog-through-the-fucking-mud boots and pushed off.. The weather has sucked lately, but that's not the source of my feeling of foreboding. Although nothing's really wrong yet, I don't feel right. This is the quiet before the storm. I can feel the charge in the air. God's finger is poised over the big red kick Patrick in the ass button, and it'll drop any time.

In fact I know when.. I stare at my calender like a zombie and wonder what the hell I'm going to do. In the last day or so, I've been reminded that I have about fifty things due in the next couple of weeks. And yet, I'm not exactly springing into action here... Ya see, I don't actually feel like working.. I'm not really feeling any urgency. I just feel non-plussed. Like I'm not even in the driver seat on this one. I'm just waiting for consequences.. The 11th hour isn't for a few minutes yet so I'm not quite worried.

In addition to this my thesis advisor still hasn't gotten back to me about the draft I submitted two weeks ago... He wants the final draft in 2 weeks. @$*$@$)(@$@)$$)@($@$. Arse. My project doesn't even freaking work yet!!!