"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