Endless summer

I have not died. I am, however, working 30 hours a week and putting in about 15 hours of classes, too. I am officially working overtime.

I knew these couple weeks of summer were going to be crazy, but I wasn't quite ready for this. I'm exhausted, and feel like I haven't had time to breath in a week.

Tuesday is my thesis defense. Which means that after going to clean up my kitchen and do a load of dishes, I have to, you know, actually finish my thesis. It's all written, but there are some minor edits to do. It won't be more than 2-3 hours of work, and I know it won't be that bad, but the prospect of doing it is just totally daunting.

After that is over, although I will still have two insane weeks left, at least one major thing will be off my plate. It's something.