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The light in the end of the tunnel...
May. 21st, 2003 08:28 pm...is perhaps not an incoming train running me over.
I will perhaps have a half decent thesis to turn in nice and clean for opposition/evaluation on monday.
I'm so exhausted though. Not just because of the sleep deprivation and the fever I had this weekend, it's pure weariness of this feeling of stress inside. I've had it for so long. Not sure how it feels not to have it anymore.
Not sure why I write this entry even... I should be doing other things...
Somewhere in the back of my head there is a memory of how it is to lie down on the grass reading a book from which I don't have to take notes. Yes. I'd like that. Just that, nothing else for the time being.
There are other, also modest but perhaps a little bolder versions of paradise in my imaginary world, involving books, relaxing, small talk and playing with hair, but all this, imaginary or real is still for later. Not yet. Perhaps soon though...
I will perhaps have a half decent thesis to turn in nice and clean for opposition/evaluation on monday.
I'm so exhausted though. Not just because of the sleep deprivation and the fever I had this weekend, it's pure weariness of this feeling of stress inside. I've had it for so long. Not sure how it feels not to have it anymore.
Not sure why I write this entry even... I should be doing other things...
Somewhere in the back of my head there is a memory of how it is to lie down on the grass reading a book from which I don't have to take notes. Yes. I'd like that. Just that, nothing else for the time being.
There are other, also modest but perhaps a little bolder versions of paradise in my imaginary world, involving books, relaxing, small talk and playing with hair, but all this, imaginary or real is still for later. Not yet. Perhaps soon though...
