CRUNCH TIME.
So, for the last few weeks or so, my schedule has looked like this:
and life has been coming at me like this:
so in practice, I've looked and felt a lot like this:
which, altogether, makes me feel like this:
Today is when shit goes down: second-to-last (but busiest) day of work, got the psych GRE tomorrow and am woefully, woefully unprepared as always, but this one tests rote memory - my specialty - so I fail twice as hard and I've got a huge midterm next Tuesday to study for all weekend. Some of you may be laughing at my weak ass, but I'm like an aging and atrophied racehorse; I used to be so fucking good at this whole grace-under-pressure thing, but I've been out of practice and out of touch so I don't even fucking know what's going on anymore. It's like a slow, slow burnout reaching from, like, high school to now. And as Census operations wind down I'm going to have to look for another job again.
There's pretty much nothing else to do but get my ass up and do whatever and hope I don't fail the test too much
