The past few days of having irregular meals, insufficient sleep and constant worrying about whether i'll be able to finish my work in time for submission has not bode well for my skin. My chin is currently a pimple plantation. Honestly, if I could sell those for a living I'd be rich.
The inevitable has occured; I am behind schedule. And the day ahead looks to be a dreadful one trying to catch up to my original schedule without falling back any more. It's hard to believe that 4 years of this shit is coming to an end, but then again, there is still one more year of Masters Shit to tackle and that will indubitably be much much worse.
I hope it rains again today.
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