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The semester is almost over already. It's been a hell of a ride. It's all just been off kilter, really. I suppose it's because everyone is just so busy all the time.

I'm ready for the semester to be over; I'm not ready for finals.  I have yet to crank out 25 more pages of screenplay by Friday. I know my story now, at least, but the idea of actually writing it is painful just to think about.  There's so many problems in it that I just don't have the time or the energy to fix before then.  I just hope I can it done.

I'm terrified of writing my paper. My professor hasn't been grading me fairly and that leaves it all to chance.  She could fail me or give me an A. I have no fucking clue as to which.  I don't want to do it but I have to. It's beyond frustrating.

I just never have any time anymore.  I'm too sick or too tired to get anything done. It's either acute exhaustion or mono. I just need to make it to 3pm, December 18th.  It'll all be over then.

I'm interviewing at the production company I desperately want to intern for on Thursday. I hope I get the job.