i'm without shrine when light bends

i am done with semester one. and exhaling. i suppose i would be more exulted if i wasn't having so much trouble exhaling. i didn't have time to go to the nice drugstore chain here called "boots" so instead i went to far less classy "superdrug" - oh isn't it obvious - and am now sitting here sipping on some cold remedy called beecham's hot lemon and honey. it's a powder that you actually mix in a mug with hot water and drink (tastes pretty godawful, incidentally), and supposedly it gets rid of your cold. sometimes british things are completely weird.

my paper, that i'm going to stop thinking about immediately after i finish writing this sentence, was fine, not great or awful. not a first mark piece of work, but it's over now and i throw up my hands. i think next semester i am going to work less shifts so i can be a more focused student who now has some experience and perceptions under her belt, and also perhaps so i can be a little more fun and less withdrawn/erratic socially. work can really exhaust me.

speaking of, i have to work tonight, and my boss cameron called me right in the heightened stress moments of paper completion and a ticking clock to ask me to come in an hour early after hearing how i only got 1 1/2 hours of sleep. i said yes, because there was no one else and that's what good employees do. tonight we will be hosting about 7 separate christmas dinner parties, ranging in size from 8 people to 15 - we usually do two parties, tops. and i have to come in at 6:30 am tomorrow to work breakfast. sigh. i do it to myself, i suppose.
tomorrow the majority of my friends are leaving town for home or forever, and i am sad about it and it will be weird not to have them around, but i guess i am too distracted by my busyness to really understand. hopefully i can catch some them in time to say goodbye.

man this drink is gross. how unfortunate, because i am totally going to need to keep drinking it, especially because it would be really great if my ears would unpop. maybe i should eat some soup or something. anyway, i'm spent, more soon-

edit: my boss cameron is a classy fellow in the end because, seeing my struggle, he let me go at 9:15 when i otherwise would've have been working (or sort of trying) until probably 1 am. yeah for good-hearted people. in the same vein, i stopped by josh's room on my way home, and as boy pharmaceutically pampered by a rich jewish mother nurse, he loaded me up with so many lovely american drugs that he had lying around his room to make things feel better for me, like dayquil and sudafed and halls menthols throat drops and some other of intense numbing throat drops. i am so set. funny how acquiring remedies gives me almost a sense of satisfaction about being sick. anyway goodness me i'm going to bed.