Snowed Under

There is so much work and so little f my brain to deal with it. And it is hard work. Not simply an easy one or two questions which you could blag your way through. These are serious essays and investigations which require thought, brain power and careful deliberation of the facts and delicate tweaking of results before anything can be done. I am only thankful that i'm not the only one desperately struggling. Others are having to do the same, but i think the work load i have is one of the highest. Eugh. Takes the piss this does. And what takes the piss even more is that i have to draw a trillion graphs and have no graph paper, i have to do this boody chemistry shit but still there is no sign of a mark scheme popping up anywhere.

But then i suppose moaning won't do anything. So i may as well just get the fuck on with it. It'll be over soon.

The thoughts of TFO are a nice little area of solace for me though, when things get a bit too boring. There's always your dreams; no matter how stressful life is, no-one can hijack your imagination.