Heavy.

Darkness is really coming down thick. Hot poo it's tough to get up and do stuff every day. And I still don't do enough. I need to get further and faster with my essay writing.

Argh. It's always something.

But I'm pulling through. I'm not swamped. I get to do fun things and be with loved ones during the weekends. (except some of you bastards who live too far away... you know who you are.)

I really want to write some more. But I'm tired. So very, very tired.