drowning in the swamp of work
I'm swamped with work. I'm drowning in it. And at least I get to fight with all the work I have to do at home: Leah spends so much time at her job that she doesn't even have time to get swamped with work at home, poor thing. What we need here is a patron; is there anyone out there in our readership who is prepared to sponsor a young couple? You would be rewarded with the joy of seeing them be able to relax and enjoy themselves, and of course you would also be able to read more frequent blog entries about their delightful adventures.
Actually, when I consider it all impartially, the work about which I complain so piteously should all be fairly do-able. And indeed, I'm getting it done, just at the cost of a regular sleeping schedule. At this point I can see the end of the semester on the horizon, which is giving me some hope: there will be even more to do over the last five weeks of the period, but beyond that is the blessed vision of Christmas break. And it is some consolation that all of my classmates are going through the same thing, even those who are taking fewer classes: it seems we each signed up for the maximum course load we could possible manage without cracking entirely. Or rather, those who mis-estimated their cracking point are now gone, dropped from sight, contributing to the considerable attrition in the program that is noteworthy even to the professors. (Here is where I offer a prayer of thanks for my advisor, who discouraged me from taking a fifth course.) We survivors can all comiserate together, and curse our professors as we walk out of class every day, and look forward to the moment when it will all be over.
At least everything we're learning is really interesting!