48 hours

it's now 4 am on friday morning and i've been up for forty eight hours. i'm almost finished my last essay of the fortnight of hell. i just have to concentrate a little bit more and pull it all into place. it feels like stitching together a whale's skin from the inside, pulling it reeeeeally tight to get it into place.

other than work it's been an interesting fortnight. interesting is the word. yes. interesting.