Passing Out

I am beyond exhausted, with a huge work load that was pretty much just dumped on me…however, to handle this, I am sleeping incredibly late, so I can work incredibly late, sine everything is due at 5:30pm on Thurdsay

Thursday:
3 Labs, Examination

Friday:
Wolf’s Paper

Tuesday:
Paper on Anorexia in the Gay Community

Part of my stress though is from the fact that some people don’t realize flying to NYC every other day isn’t actually all it’s cracked up to be when you’re not flying down just to party; but rather to get work done, and meet with foreign representatives, so everyone wants a piece of your time (and you want to give it to them) but you can’t until the people who can actually demand that time (e.g. the reason you’re down there in the first place) are done with you.

So, sleep late, shower, eat, bandana hair since I’m grungy at the moment, hide in north campuses library until all work is complete, lather, rinse, repeat….the three labs should be the quickest, then studying for my exam, then wolfs paper which I’m probably going to do a re-write on…fortunately, I haven’t listened to eminem for a couple of months so I can deal with listening to him again for hours on end.

My bedroom also sort of looks like a whirlwind went through it, not that I own much in here anymore, mostly it’s just dirty laundry that needs to be washed at some point.

I also have to call my Rabbi, who hasn’t faxed the Aliyah organization yet and, at some point, I’m sneaking into NBN and redesigning their website so it makes sense, and is organized in the way that a normal human would think to find information.

…and I’m okay, I’m not actually AS stressed as I seem…I’ve just been going since 8am yesterday and it’s time to pass out…that is, right after a nightcap.