You can always tell when it's that time of year

Ready for exams?
Not me. But you can always tell when the year has gotten busy enough to kill all creative writing and to clog the arteries of one's time-line existence with work, study, and the hell that is existence. No I'm not upset. Just burdened, frustruated and bored with the non stop nature of living a life bound to a group of jobs I really couldn't care less about. No I have no life, nor do I want one. What I want is a job I enjoy doing. And this "existence" is certainly no such luck.