Itches, Sleep, Theses

This week has been a wreck. Spring is really here and so are all the awful pollens and ragweeds and who knows what. My sleep deprivation and all the allergens in the air have been conspiring to shut me down. What started out as a mild itch, and slight bluish tired-bags, under my eyes escalated into redness, a burning itch, and swelling on the bottom of one of my eye lids.

Sleep has been tougher to come by, too. A tortured soul doesn't sleep too well, plus I've had this nasty statistics exam on my mind, which I dealt with today. Last night was awful, and things didn't get better when two loud alarm clocks across the hall went off at 4 A.M. followed by 5 trips to the bathroom, each involving 2 instances of loud door slamming. Grr.

My thesis is also going nowhere. I hope that now that I've survived my last college midterm (ever!!!) I'll have a little more time to work on it, but that's doubtful. Some of my friends have already turned in their final drafts and I hardly have a rough first one. It's going to be a grueling final stretch, but that's OK. It's a very befitting ending: almost everything I've done here in the last few years has involved forcing myself to do something with no motivation running up against a deadline. My newest distraction/excuse is that I feel like no one but myself gives a damn about my project. And it's very disconcerting since this is the one project I truly designed myself and that I truly believe in. I don't even have an advisor who's cheering me or even mildly enthusiastic about this. He gives me enough feedback, decent feedback and that's it.

OK, well enough ranting. I will try to go to sleep. I'd be so happy if only this darn eye-itch would go away. Ahhh please! Why does such a nice season have to be so painful?