Third Years Will Relate to this...
I have no life.
The only thing I have to look forward to is the moment I can close down my mac for the last time when I finally reach the end of my endless pile of work.
I frequently wake up from petrifying nightmares where I find myself drowning in a sea of books which fills my whole room.
For the first time in my life I am struggling to keep a piece of work below a 10,000 word limit.
Oh and I faced with the continuous fear that in 8 weeks time, all my final deadlines will be over and I will be faced with the next dramatic challenge of facing facts that I am a grown adult who needs to find a real career, apparently once you have abstained a degree, selling sandwiches is seen as a monkeys job.
Is it any wonder that I am stressed?