This financial crisis turns out to be a bad time for me money wise. Looks like my investments have suffered substantially more than I had initially thought. I sort of suppose, though, that's what I get for speculating and playing with fake money.
The thesis is nearly over but it's proving to be, at times, problematic. Especially with the amount of other coursework given, a piece of which includes volunteering with Sudanese refugees, which is amazingly eye opening and proving very much a learning experience. As a community, they're quite remarkable; considering what they have gone through, the fact that the community still wants to say "thanks for having us!" is pretty much astounding. If I'd personally have gone through much of what they have, I'd probably have a pretty big chip on my shoulder rather than an open, appreciative attitude.
I spend pretty much every waking hour working, and if I'm not working, I spend my time contemplating my own lack of functioning brain-matter. It's like somebody has filled my head with peanut butter. Only it's worse than that, because at least if it were peanut butter I could spread it over toast and have a tasty snack. I don't know why I'm writing this either, it is a perfectly good waste of words .