post-orientation disorientation.
can't think of any better way to put it, heh.
lonely.
reality's starting to sink in today, i guess, that it's time to get back down to reality. work beckons, and mr reeves really struck it home when he was in a pretty aggressive mood (relatively, anyway) this morning.
i have nobody to call my own.
told: academic work has to take top priority, and other commitments are meant to fit in around academics - things are just not meant to go the other way round.
i need a little more luck than a little bit, cause every time i get stuck, the words won't fit.
guess we'll just have to dust ourselves off, give a little nonchalant shrug, and carry on our long lumbering trudge towards the inevitable.
with even more baggage than before.
i said it's too late to apologize.
Fie, fie, woe indeed.