The massive brain dump comes soon - the two papers and the take-home test on top of three more tests taken next friday, all due at the same time, for all the classes, no breathing, no waiting, no hesitating allowed here please. And don't forget the financial aid applications and the registering for classes and the strangely never ending bureaucracy of the University machine that just wants one more form, just in case.
Not that I don't love it. Don't confuse the moaning with true cries of pain. They're not - they're gentle eeps of exaltation and weary tears of relief, to be pressured and pushed and bullied and tested beyond what the brain thinks it's supposed to allow. Somehow it's never past normal limits though, never past what is possible. It always stays just this side of 'doable' and near enough to achievable that it makes no difference.
However, it means that my less than verbose self may be less verbose than usual. No posts for me. Nothing but a couple of 10 page papers that may turn out to be closer to 20, a take-home test that will probably strain the limits of my phonetic abilities, and a couple of other finals thrown in for good measure. Unless, of course, I procrastinate.
I did, actually, miss this. I know, crazy me.