4 years and a month

today is 4 years and 1 month to the date. i don't know if its just the day or just the feeling of being overwhelmed. i miss him so much and he's probably like 1246736 miles across the south china sea.

i've got an opinion piece due tmr at 4pm. i've barely started readings, barely analysed the question, and i'm itching to scrap. andrew was right. i shouldn't have told myself i got plenty of time. because i didn't. i don't. i feel like i'm sinking into desparity (i just realised this isn't even a real word. goodness.) this is horrible. i told myself i'll NEVER get caught in a time wrap like that - not being able to complete an urgent assignment, which i badly want to do well for. and even as i type i'm clearly conscious of time ticking past, of minutes and seconds that i'll never be able to regain, and why am i still typing. (stop sheryl)

okay. i shall stop griping. i mean there's nothing i can do, but just to do the blasted paper. just in case you're wondering, the questions are:

1. Quality journalism is the life blood of liberal democracy.
2. Journalism is a tumour and its seeping puss is slowly killing liberal democracy.

i'm more inclined towards the first. i firmly believe in the power of the press. i am aware of its shortcomings but still. i need to mull over this a bit. okay. off to do my essay. sometimes a controlled ranting is good. gives you time to read what you're typing and then decide a probable outcome.

i can't wait for friday.

*sheryl