This emotion that I'm feeling is.. ineffable. And I'm rather perturbed by my inability to put my finger on it. I'd imagine this has a lot to do with my bouts of out-of-body experiences recently, and the precipitation that took place in a whim. And thanks to that I won't ever be able to figure out what I'm feeling and what I felt before. I can only hope now it will all fade with the submission of my essay on Thursday. Speaking of which, I could not have chosen a more inappropriate time to be mulling over something so peripheral compared to my major essay that's due in less than 48 hours. How many words do I have right now? 108. How many do I need? 2000. What a time to be dismayed to such a degree.

What's worse is that I'm out of comfort snacks to battle all these disconcertions, meaning the essay + indescribable feeling stress. Oh and let's not forget that my studenthood ends on the 9th. And that means it's time for me to get my act together, send out some resumes and pray that someone out there wants to hire me.

Food for thought, before I immerse myself in essay sweat: Do you, like me, actually secretly get quite ticked off over a passing (may not be, but it sure was a quick one) comment by a friend? And spend moments after that playing it over in your head and getting riled up inside?