May. 14th, 2017
I don't know what is wrong with me. I just don't have the impetus anymore. It is like I submitted my diss and now I don't care. I have written a bit on my last satire essay - but it is mostly bound with quotes rather than an actually argument. Thing is - I'm done. Done with the course, education etc. I have been locked away for so long, it is literally a culture shock each time I go out further than 3 miles. It's spring. I've seen precious little of it. I am surprised to see leaves, rain, shadows - like WTF? Yet I don't to bow out with possibly the crappiest mark ever. That's not good or me or my lecturer (who is a great lady and an absolute hoot).
I just have no drive and instead of stepping up to the challenge and finishing like a pro - I am dragging my heels, cussing all the way and just want to crawl across the line and f**k the results. I need a good kick up the arse. I would be most embarrassed to get such a frighteningly low score. So I am going to offload onto dictaphone, give myself a bit of a kicking and get back to working it out properly.