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6 November 2000
turned in my ehp application. and so that's one thing out of the way. although waiting to hear might be more of a stressor than the previously looming deadline.
in a way my mondays and wednesdays don't really begin until after dinner. everything up until that point (working in the library, structures, hvac) just seems so very incidental. nothing except for studio really seems to count for much. including sleeping and eating and having any kind of a life. which is a mindset that i had sought to avoid adopting.
on one hand i think that's it's good to have found myself in undoubtedly the hardest of the five housing studios; i really am learning a lot. but on the other hand.. well, it's an awful lot of work, and i kind of feel like i'm drowning a lot of the time.
just kept working and working and working tonight. as the other people around filtered off to bed to get a couple of hours of sleep. and i kept feeling as if i wasn't really accomplishing anything.