Scream-of-Consciousness

We have left the abode of stress and mild panic and have moved on to the realm of sheer terror and profound despair. It is no longer a question of how little sleep I can get by with in order to complete my work; it is now a question of will I, or will I not, be able to graduate.
I'm not sure I can do this.
Written exams begin four weeks from Tuesday, and I still have roughly one hundred pages to write and/or edit (not to mention the fifty illustrations to complete) before then.
Not that four weeks from Tuesday is the actual deadline for said work; there's no chance that *any* of it will be completed by the actual due dates. Four weeks from Tuesday is simply the last-ditch, not-actually-failing-the-course deadline.
Never let it be said that I don't know how to fail spectacularly.
All I can say is, if I somehow manage to survive this and actually graduate 55 days from now, I want big freaking rum drinks and a trip to Disneyland.
::sigh::
Alright, back to the dreary brechtian wasteland that is my desk...

posted by lisamarlene @ 1:22 PM