"I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it any more!!!"

Grr. What a frustrating week or two it has been. The deadline for TMA2 is tomorrow and I am nowhere near finished. I have been a foolish, pretentious idiot for 'thinking outside the box' with my extra research. If I'd been wise enough I should have stopped after 1 or 2 books and got down to work but no, old clever clogs has really blown it. I didn't finish my reading until last weekend and therefore gave myself little time to write the bloody thing. I am absolutely lost amid all the books and papers that I have accumulated for this essay. I actually thought my plan was good but can now see that it's missing enough pointers to cling on to in these situations. Oh dear god.

The weekend just passed was abominable. What should have been a 'last push' on this thing ended up with me in a fit of abject depression. I read and re-read my pathetic attempts at sounding authoritative and just shook my head in exasperation. What's more is that the bloody thing is boring me to tears. I just want the fucking thing to finish so I can get back to being a normal person again. But at 1200 words already at the 'halfway point' in the plan, I cannot see this being an easy ride. It's going to get worse before it gets better. I have a terrible feeling this is going to be like TMA7 from last year: overwritten and bloody awful. A low mark beckons. I feel sick to my stomach.

HELLLLLLPPPPPP!!!

PS Since starting this entry I've heard from my tutor by e-mail and she has granted me a stay of execution of one week. Time to get cracking.