Madness ensuing.

Which sort of makes me mad in the first place. I could have done SO much more before now. Ugh. But I expect to do reasonably well, nonetheless. Just not the best way I could have done. I suppose regret will be a silly thing to worry about as well. Oh, the fun! Ha.

Less than a week!

More than a pain.
Bitter and bleak.
Winter-like rain.
Cloud break is cracking.
Sun through the door.
My future not lacking,
A degree anymore.

Too much non-sleep.

Though, I am quite glad to have a job that I can actually take a sick day off once in a while... which will be what I sorely need to do tomorrow. My progress on my projects has been commendable over the last couple or so days so I feel like I kind of earned it anyway... in both positive and negative senses of the word. I really am sick, after all.

Crunchy time.

Which certainly sounds tastier than the far more bland 'crunch time'... though, I can't say it's particularly delicious anyway. It feels as good as high-quality local anesthetics when things are clicking, and feels as horrible as a screatching tire on your face when it isn't. I know my metaphors are clunky and ridiculous but I guess that's an accurate reflection of which side I am currently sitting on in the matter. Never enough time!

Progress is happening.

And it feels pretty awesome! I am getting very close to a solid first draft of the fine cut on my current big project. All it took was a little research and patience to find the right filter for the job. Now, even though my work is not automatically easy, I can see the end somewhere closer than the horizon line. What a strangely delightful feeling!

Less than two weeks left.

And the pressure is keeping me up at night. I am trying to get too many things done that should have been done long ago. I guess it is a personal form of torture that I knew was coming but neglected to avoid, for whatever reason, and simply accept as normal these days. I think of myself as a Pro-crastinator... which means that I professionally delay things... though, most of the time without any particular reason. What a silly form of torture.

Return from beyond.

It was somewhat of a traveling day. Not only in a physical sense, as well. I seemed to find an interesting premise to a story I'd like to develop that seems original and could actually go somewhere if done properly. I will have to start sketching out my ideas sometime soon so they don't get away from me too far.