Running on fumes
I am trying, perhaps, to do too much. Between my writing endeavors, my getting in shape, my art and now my music and programming, I am quite literally running on about 4 hours sleep a night, and not running very well I might add. I have no release, no time to take thirty minutes and simply relax and am beginning to wonder at what pace I can keep this up.
Add to the general stress the relational stress of having been snubbed on two accounts by potential friends, and you have what is verily a code orange condition for planet John.
Right now I am sending out at least three emails before my next class, and hope to do some research for a performance tonight at the center for Performing arts. I will be writing a number of blog entries that both set the stage for my style, my allusions and my mannerisms as well as encountering this production. I will be sure to get the names of students involved, and details about the production itself.
Anyways, onward to briefer and more frequent updates -- hopefully drawing upon culture as well as the soup that my brain has become.
Add to the general stress the relational stress of having been snubbed on two accounts by potential friends, and you have what is verily a code orange condition for planet John.
Right now I am sending out at least three emails before my next class, and hope to do some research for a performance tonight at the center for Performing arts. I will be writing a number of blog entries that both set the stage for my style, my allusions and my mannerisms as well as encountering this production. I will be sure to get the names of students involved, and details about the production itself.
Anyways, onward to briefer and more frequent updates -- hopefully drawing upon culture as well as the soup that my brain has become.