The End Is Near

i confess, the close it gets to the end of this semester, the less and less i care about the tons of work being thrown on me. i still sense its weight and feel it's breath on my neck, but i just want it to be over. *sigh.* my first semester starry eyed delight must be officially over. but this sounds really depressing. i don't actually feel that depressed i just need sleep i think. so i must take a little nap before din-din and after that, hit the books. or the piano.

more later.

fettle \FET-l\, noun:
A state or condition of fitness or order; state of mind; spirits -- often used in the phrase "in fine fettle."