Friday, Finally.

I'm really relieved this week is drawing to an close, but I have to admit to a certain sadness at seeing it end.

First things first, I. Am. Knackered. It's been a while since I've felt this exhausted.

Last week, I was tutoring after work on several evenings. Then Friday evening was class, immediately after work. Saturday, up bright and early for class all day, then spent the evening running around Neal and Godson. Who are so sassy and adorable, but that's an anecdote for another day.*
Sunday, yet another full day of class, followed by an evening of...huh. What did I do Sunday evening? I can't recall, but it was busy-ish anyway.
Then this whole week was work all day, class in the evening. Whole week of getting home at 11, 1130pm, so by the time I got stuff sorted, got showered and got into bed, it was no earlier than 1am. And then to be up at 6.30 (oh alright, snooze til 7) for another workday...I'm not as young as I used to be, and my recovery time seems to be a lot longer! Plus, I haven't had a single Red Bull this time round.

Woke up this morning aching all over, that deep ache of pure exhaustion. Managed to drag myself out of bed, and then to work.

So yeah, I'm glad to know that tomorrow I can have a lie-in.

Thing is, I'm also feeling somewhat melancholy. That was my last class for my MA, which means another chapter in my life has ended. As tiring as it was, I did enjoy class discussions. I love discourse about ideas and concepts, especially with intelligent people who help me articulate my thoughts, challenge my preconceptions (and misconceptions), and make me really think.

And now...now comes the real challenge. Writing the papers. Like I've griped about before, writing a 20K word fic? No problem. Churning out a tenth of that wordcount for a paper? I'd rather go to the dentist!**

At least now I'm not so intimidated by the thought of my assignments and dissertation. Yes, I'm still scared; yes, I still think I'm not smart enough; yes, I don't know how I'm going to get the time and the space to do it.

But...I'll get 'er done. One way or another. I've already asked Tink if I can write my papers in her parent's place. If not, I'll have to find somewhere else. The Madhouse is out of the question; I don't have a desk, I can't use Bro's desk as he's studying too. Mum did say I could use the dining table, just let her know when and for how long. I just gave her a look and said "Six months?!"***
Yeah, definitely not getting any work done in the Madhouse.
Library's a bit tricky too; I'll have to lug my laptop, books and papers all the way there, and I'll just waste time, not just commuting, but in organising all my notes.

Must to really think about this.

In the meantime, I'm really looking forward to tomorrow. I'll finally watch Suits, I can do my laundry (just had NO time this whole week), and best of all...I CAN SLEEP.

*Didja like the alliteration, didja, didja?
**Actually, I'm not sure about this. Ugh, I hate the dentist.
***Ha. If I can get my dissertation done in 6 months, I'll be Queen of Siberia.