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Ye gods, working full time does indecent things to my sense of time. Its already been a month? The days slip by me too quickly. I've pretty much settled on this, at least: working full time, easy work though it be, is still everything I ever feared it would be with respect to peace of mind. Its like nine hours of each day, ripped from the bloody middle of a sane man's sleep schedule.
Speaking of, in vicious cosmic irony, my body now wants to sleep between midnight and 8am. Whats that? Oh, its WHEN I WORK. Look at me now, I'm writing in a journal and sewing instead of getting precious, precious bed rest.
The future looks grim as well. I go back to school come september, and work still wants me to be doing 20 hours per week. Toss in 15 credits, plus my personal conversion for homework time (1 credit = 1 hour/week) and I'll be even busier then than I am now, even with that optimistic math. Its almost downright depressing.
On that cheery note, I find myself tired enough to sleep. Cheerio, and sorry to anybody who can no longer catch me on AIM. I really do try to turn it on!
Speaking of, in vicious cosmic irony, my body now wants to sleep between midnight and 8am. Whats that? Oh, its WHEN I WORK. Look at me now, I'm writing in a journal and sewing instead of getting precious, precious bed rest.
The future looks grim as well. I go back to school come september, and work still wants me to be doing 20 hours per week. Toss in 15 credits, plus my personal conversion for homework time (1 credit = 1 hour/week) and I'll be even busier then than I am now, even with that optimistic math. Its almost downright depressing.
On that cheery note, I find myself tired enough to sleep. Cheerio, and sorry to anybody who can no longer catch me on AIM. I really do try to turn it on!