I'm swamped in essays and literature reviews over here in Belfast at the moment.
It's been two days of reading week already (where does time go? I'm not even having fun!) and I can feel the panic creeping up on me like some monstrosity you only dream nightmares about. It's the middle of semester and two (TWO!!) of my 14 Swedish classmates have succumbed to the pressure and left QUB with only six weeks to go until Christmas break.
I guess that what I really want is this to be over; I want me to have the grades I need from this experience to continue my studies and then go home to dear old Sweden and sit by my sewing machine for a week or so.
Anything that will keep my brain from exploding.
Perhaps I should write something that would fit here on DA now that I can't submit other art for a while.
Now there's a thought...