Ok.
Lack of sleep, or not really sleep, so much as lack of time, of course I was spoiled of time, having seemingly endless, useless hours to lie around the apartment doing nothing....so, that...getting used to a new schedule that will carry me over the next four months, except that, no, True/False work is heating up, so this schedule (in which I work ~87 hours a week + taking care of the building) will soon have to bear the addition of an extra 10, then 15, then 20, and on and on...hours of True/False work. They're giving me helpers (paid helpers, even), but this is a lunatic amount of work. Then, in four months, when it's all over, instead of taking a vacation, I'm moving to New York and scrambling and struggling to get and keep my dream job, and an apartment (yeeha to paying rent...NYC rent...for the first time in about five years).
And it's raining. I am beginning to lose my mind. Think I need to make some changes. Big changes. Also need to cut it out with all the nostalgia. I got a lot better there for a few weeks, or maybe just a week, who knows? But the last few days have been worse than ever. Here's hoping it's the weather. Fall always makes me dwell on the past. Four months. Nineteen weeks. One hundred thirty-three days. Here comes tomorrow. Anyone want to lay odds on my retaining any form of sanity once this is all over?
And it's raining. I am beginning to lose my mind. Think I need to make some changes. Big changes. Also need to cut it out with all the nostalgia. I got a lot better there for a few weeks, or maybe just a week, who knows? But the last few days have been worse than ever. Here's hoping it's the weather. Fall always makes me dwell on the past. Four months. Nineteen weeks. One hundred thirty-three days. Here comes tomorrow. Anyone want to lay odds on my retaining any form of sanity once this is all over?