bitterdiva

Seasonal exhaustion

Christmas for me isn’t much of a holiday; it is a couple of days off, in the beginning of winter, and a time to spend with my friends and family. More so my friends than my family, since family is far away and holidays enable familial visitations.

December is a time of longing, the longing of finishing a semester with the remnants of sanity and a month of coming home exactly when work ends. A longing for hours not lost to the time sucking vortex of Visual Basic programming. A longing for dinner at a decent hour, or more importantly just eating dinner. This semester, there were by far too many instances when I came home from class late and collapsed without dinner. Projects for me are phoenixes, death becomes of them at the beginning of the semester and rise up out of the ashes the night of the last project.

Semesters are very individualistic, they have characters, they can be like children – full of duties, chores, nagging, and the occasional bought of praise. They can be named. This semester’s name is Skippy. So named for all the activities I’ve had to skip, all the lines that I’ve skipped, all the meals that I’ve skipped, but certainly not because of skipping classes.

This weekend is the final weekend before projects are handed in and performances are done. It has been a long and trying semester and situations get more complicated by the minute. I am to away tomorrow afternoon for a situation. Right now I’m on the fence between crying in frustration, desperation, anticipation, and procrastination.

Merry Christmas? Bah humbug.

3 prayers | 12:56 PM

Imperial City

3 prayers | 12:13 PM