Felix Culpa

One severely-bruised knee and six foam darts later, my Historiography practical exam is done. Just the critical review, and my New Europe written exam to go.

I’ll upload pics soon. Thinking shower, tea, photos, and maybe “Blade”.

Waiting for my animation to render…like a boss…if your boss is a sore and miserable winner.

I didn’t get the early night that I wanted, but I didn’t go to bed so late, either. 9am rolls by and I find myself struggling, once more, to drag myself out of bed. This is new to me - a phenomena that has only been occurring over the past two or three weeks. I have always been dog-tired, yes, but I have not always had such trouble waking up early. This is not good when I have an exam in two days and need to be on campus for 10am.

Work has to be accomplished today. Today is the last day for it. Tomorrow is the tech run, and Wednesday is the exam. Sigh. I have no motivation. I feel as if I am made of lead.

I am lethargic. Tired, worn, washed-out.

So much effort and work is needed from me to get this work finished, get through these exams, and graduate with the kind of mark I have been working for since…how long ago now?! But some clever sod arranged all of the deadlines to fall across the same two weeks, and I’m not sure I’ve really got what it takes to make this happen. There’s no guarantee of it anymore. People say “oh, you know you’ll get it done”, but I don’t. There is no guarantee.

All of my friends from home are posting their freedom - last assignment handed in last week! - across Facebook. I still have a month to go, and it is going to be a long, hard month, too.

I don’t mean to whinge. I’m just feeling tired and pent-up and we’re out of milk and that means I need to shower and go and buy more but I am just tired. And if I do that, there is even less chance that I will start working today. Just just just tired.

I hit 8,459 words, but I still have a lot of work to do. I am getting bored of it now, however. No longer inspired.

Right: if my dissertation hits 8,000 words today, I will order myself the next in the series of the Sharpe books.

Tonight

• Reprint dossier
• Plan presentation/notecards
• Check powerpoint slides
• Save all to memory stick just in case
• Check costuming
• Paint nails

Today

‘New’ Europe essay is due by 4pm, and we have the studio booked this afternoon to do tech runs for the Dramaturgy exam which begins tomorrow. Katie and I are planning to be on campus from 11, sorting out a couple of tech issues and, hopefully, managing to get into the space early (it isn’t booked this morning). If all goes to plan, I can come how this afternoon, polish my presentation, check my costume (lol), and do some dissertation writing. Mild panic has set in.

Tomorrow

Dramaturgy Exam (9-4?)

Wednesday

Dramaturgy Exam (9-4?)

Love is twin onesies hanging side-by-side in an upstairs window to dry.

This weekend:

• finish Dramaturgy presentation and dossier (in lieu of Wednesday’s exam)
• print Dramaturgy at the library? (in lieu of what I already said)
• finish ‘New’ Europe essay (in lieu of Tuesday’s deadline)
• (at least) make corrections to dissertation (in lieu of Susan’s return from Paris Monday night)
• tidy room (in lieu of me exploding with stress at the untidyness of everything)