ugggghh...

that's how i feel right now.

i've been in this perpetual state of exhaustion since monday and i'm not sure why. i'd thought it was the whacked out fumes from the tiling adhesive my sweetie's been using, but now i'm not so sure. i just constantly, constantly feel like i should be sleeping, and i'm constantly, constantly cursing my backward university for not having a reading break.

suicide rates are highest at sfu, too. correlation?

anyway, my internship prospects look like they may be taking some concrete shape...i am either (a) working for MOMENTUM (i find out sunday whether and how i fit into the whole magazine-publishing scheme), (b) working part time as a research assistant to my prof gathering data in support of BCAMP's application to get magazine publishers a provincial tax credit and part time for BCAMP putting together a position paper including lobbying strategy and contacts, or (c) working (who knows how?) for douglas & mcintyre.

until then, i've got more pressing issues on my mind, like 'how the fuck am i going to get that 700-page book read by next friday,' and having to buckle down and write this silly paper on eben moglen i've been putting off for four days now.

*yawn*!