Handling the fatigue

It's 11 in the evening and I'm feeling sleepy. Unusual, I know but perhaps I'm growing old. The last several weeks have been a trial with so much happening in such a short period of time. Even Foz laughes at me when I tell him I haven't seen him for ages; at which point he proceeds to elaborate by saying he saw me two days ago. All the same, my days blend together into a whirlwind of non-stop events and I tire of the scene. Perhaps it's time to withdraw from the world and reflect.

My coursework is due on Friday and again, I haven't started. Like the management accounting, I'll be pulling an all nighter on Thursday night. My poor parents. The stress I give them is enough to rival their work stress.

I'm drained and home is a month away: I'll be lucky if I get through this week alive. I honestly don't understand how my parents handle their high stress lives. On the brighter side of life, it's been a good year so far. Everything's been more or less going in my favor. "No pain no gain" right so I'm not complaining about my tight schedule. I've made some new friends, renewed old friendships, aced my law assignment, handed in half my coursework for the year... What more can I ask for?