Ye olde cribbing-post

It's strange how having a day off just once in a while can make you remember how out of touch you are with the rest of your life. Or in my case, the endless mash of spanishclassfrenchim goingtofailmyMAandwork that I seem to be staring at for the next three weeks.

Ah, for a pensieve.

In this precious space of 24 hours I have away from that place, I'm supposed to churn out insane amounts of thoughful, opinionated, well researched essays for my MA exams coming up in just ten days.

I can manage opinionated. The rest I don't know about, considering that after two weeks of working continuously, I feel like I've been lobotomised. It seems strange, but after thinking all the time (or at least trying to), I just want to stop and do nothing. Looks like that's not going to happen for a while.

Hamster, thy treadmill awaits thee...

Weekend? What weekend?

So.. where have I been all this while? The same place I am right now, even though it's a lovely Sunday morning not meant for anything except sleeping. But yeah, I'm at work, wondering what I'm supposed to do so that I can buzz off. Hate to sound cribby but I don't like the idea of spending everyday here, although it looks like I'm going to have to do that to get leave for my exams.
It's not like I don't want to work, but like I was thinking yesterday, I don't want it to be the only thing I do. Now I'm wondering if this 24/7 business is just what everyone is doing, but it makes me feel only marginally better to know that we're all in the same boat. Two weeks is too early to give up, but I've been mulling over this thought too long, and now like fine wine, it's slowly turning to vinegar.
And it's driving me nuts...