"The Line Begins To Blur"

Ok, so I just read a blog that bitched at those who blog "only once a week," or god forefend, less often.

Woops.

I have very little energy to rant and rave at the moment. Perhaps I should be a backslider and eat something. ;)

This semester: 16 credit hours, a school schedule that necessitates short weekdays at work and a full day at the all-but empty office on Saturdays, and a course load of mostly req's. [sigh]
I keep telling myself that I can do it. Now if I could just believe it.

This schedule is creating a surreal and not all-together pleasant phenomenon: "Every day is exactly the same." Ok, so not exactly, but pretty damned close. Being employed in the corporate world (for a few years) I am used to business hours schedules. Last semester I had classes Monday through Thursday, which left Friday open to a slightly long work day, and the resulting full weekend. Now I am at each place a short amount of time, 4-5 hours, and have to study when home. Due to only having one night class a week, every night feels like a weekend night, and a school night. I can't remember what books I need for which classes, some days. It's just gotten eerie.

Ech, I just don't have the energy at the moment to even look at a calendar, so I think I'll listen to some Foamy while I pull my hair out over these damned numbers that won't jibe.

"Like you have some kind of hectic life. "Oh, I gotta go to school. Oh, I gotta take classes. Oh, I gotta do homework. Aw, life is hard, man.""

"Your Lord and Master,"
Psycho

Back From the Dead?

It has been brought to my attention that my lack of correspondence, both public and personal, has been noticed. I apologize profusely to all those affected.

Yes, I'm still alive.

No, I haven't forgotten about you.

I have recently decided to give up eating and sleeping to try to wring a few more precious minutes from the day, so hopefully those waiting for personal correspondence will soon receive it.

Apologetically,
Psycho

"Where was I gonna go? Detroit?"