zeekie: take two.

I'm feeling a little burnt-out. It's not entirely due to final projects and what-not, although those are beginning to impress upon the brain. It's more a general feeling of deja-vu, a chafing at the repetition of the weeks. That doesn't bode well for when I return to Singapore and start working, but I'm choosing not to think about that at this point. Or, at least, not on this day; it's something that I increasingly find myself thinking about at random moments.

All things considered, I have almost everything I can have under control under control. I've either started on my final projects or know what I'm going to be doing for them, except for one class. The application for the fellowship is coming along; I've written three paragraphs, but I think they're good paragraphs, and I'm slowly but steadily adding sentences until I finish the chapter. I'm happy with what I've accomplished at the internship - on Friday we set up a folder for the manuscript I've been pushing, so it looks like, hopefully, I will have helped someone get published by the time I'm done.

As for my personal life: there have been a couple of new people, people who will hopefully stick around. I know one will; we were contemplating taking a class together next semester, and he asked me which shifts I think I'll be working after winter break, so I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again at work. (And no, I'm not interested in him that way.) There's another person that I met online, and we've hit it off so far, so maybe that will lead somewhere. (And yes, I am interested in this person that way.)

But despite all of these minor and major steps, I still can't shake the feeling of needing the semester to end, and soon. It's probably too big of a feeling to tackle at two in the morning, so I won't even try, but - there it is.

So. Semester? End soon, please. But preferably not before I finish all my work.