unfinished symphonies..

last official class day of the degree
little to no sleep
little to no prep
opportunities float through my fingers
I survive, walk home and promise myself I'll do better, must do better.

I cannot afford another temporary brain holiday like yesterday. Time for some selfish backbone to kick in. Need to be the GI Joe of study if I am to get my thesis written in term 3 at the same time as working and teaching. I need a Rocky training transformation sequence: me lifting shelves of books and bench pressing my laptop or something. Need every brain muscle I have to become stronger and more disciplined. My routine needs to be a reflex, a consistent snap to.

Right now, I feel punch drunk. Still got a cold and run down. And so it goes.. need to get on with some work now(marking to do tonight)

3/10
(skin v. bad from yesterday. Concious of going away in a week and looking like cheetarah, covered in red lumps and scabs. Would be nice to heal a bit before I go, would make me feel less self-conscious in the sun)