Lonely?

This is your typical journal entry type post. I'm writing about me and what's got me down and what's got me scared. These type of entries get the 'Life of Jenny" tag and I imagine they are not very interesting to people who don't know me personally.

Week five of ten begins. I haven't missed a class yet, but I can feel my personal demons closing in on me. I'm lonely.

Andrew has been working on his senior project for the last three weeks nonstop. He's designed a complex device that takes a lot of time to machine. Who knew that making an aluminum tube could take so much time or make such a mess. We bought a small lath, which is a piece of crap so we will most likely be taking it back. It is however working well enough at the moment to cover the living room in aluminum shavings, which are pokey and get into everything. 

I've been trying to help by taking the majority of the house work. It's been hard. I'm doing extra work. Andrew is exhausted and the house is a mess. It's lonely for both of us. When Andrew's not machining all he can think of to talk about is machining a topic that I am only limitedly interested in. 

In addition we are both stressed due the the possibility that something goes awry and his project doesn't get done on time. If that happens Andrew will fail the class and he will not be able to graduate. 

"Let it go, Jenny. You can't do much about that. Don't worry". I'm pretty sure that's what you are telling me as you read this. Yeah well Worry is my middle name. I can't help it.

I'm also worried for my own academic success. As I may have mentioned, I failed a class last term. Well, technically, I received a D-. That's basically the same thing. I can't afford to do it again.

I did badly on the weekly quiz on Friday. My excuse, I made bad choices. I drank to much coffee and didn't eat breakfast. By two in the afternoon even my hand writing was shaky. 

One quiz doesn't matter much for the overall success of the class. It does however produce a starling sense of terror. For me, fear is dangerous. It stops my little brain in its tracks and I just sit there hating myself. 

What it all boils down to: hard times, but it won't last forever. The deadline for Andrew's project to be machined is a week from Monday. Seven days to doom or glory on that front.
First midterm on Thursday for me.