halfway mark

this is like the point at which you make a turn during the marathon. the 21 km mark and you suddenly turn around and embrace yourself, kinda psychoing yourself that you've done half, and the image of a half empty half filled cup comes to you. you try to psycho yourself to focus on it being half filled... but inevitably, every moment you feel that tinkling discomfort from this constant pace of pounding on your knees and ankles, you just can't help not thinking about the other empty half of it... you've suffered x hours yet its just halfway thru.

sad to say: i'm not really feeling that way. obviously the efforts in studying the remaining papers are assymmetrical.