i feel like a walking corpse.
my february was spent doing an excavation report and recovering from a nasty flu, so i soon realized i only had a few silly weeks to do a 15 page seminar paper before my presentation date early april. for the past two weeks i have done nothing but constant research, searching for academic papers to help me write my paper, writing notes, and writing the actual paper itself. on top of that i go to work and struggle with my worsening mental health.
anyway, a week to go and i already have 9.5 pages on minoan religion and seals with 4 pages worth of references. my computer might blow up under the strain of the copious amount of pdfs i keep downloading like an academic hoarder goblin. i’m so tired i walk into walls and at night i keep dreaming of everything that stresses me out. i don’t have time or energy for human relationships and mainly communicate in grunts or groans. the worst thing is that somehow i am the future of academics? we’re fucked babes.