chess | Give her the glory of going on, and still to be

I hate the interface between term and holiday. It's good when I have lots of fun stuff to do, but I've got a supervision in less than an hour, have done less than half of the question sheet for it, haven't been eating or drinking properly, and generally can't settle to anything. My tuit supply has been entirely exhausted by this term, it appears, and I'm hopelessly lost in terms of half my work - everything seems to be so uninspiring and unmotivating, too.

I just want to collapse and die for a few days, but I know it will only make me feel worse; I didn't get up until noon today, and all it's done is make me feel lousy and unable to shake this inertia. It's like there's a blanket of spider's webs over my head and in my head everything has just siezed up and won't communicate. I can feel that I ought to know what the answers to the supervision questions are but I can't quite get there to dig them out, and all the pretty shiny things that ought to make me happy aren't, and I can barely bring myself to look after myself, to fetch water and eat food and stuff, let alone anything else.

Meanwhile, I live like I always have; putting one foot in front of the other and hoping I don't collapse with this step, or the next, or the next. But right now I'm dragging myself along through the snow, and I don't know why, or where I'm going. Yet I know I just have to keep walking, and eventually the winter will end, again.

(In slightly less poetic news, I've had quite enough of this winter stuff and think it ought to be spring now, in the 'warmer and milder' sense of the word. Chessypigs do not like the cold. (They're not too keen on excessive heat either, but currently they're bored of being cold.) It should go away and take its nasty slippery ice with it.)