chibivesicle

The past week has been very long and trying. I'm pretty much getting used to working 12+ hour days on campus. It is just how fried I am when Friday night rolls around. For example last night I passed out at 7PM on my futon and woke up at 9PM, washed the dishes and went back to bed at 9:45 and I could barely fight it . . . then again my allergies have been nuts so my body has been on overdrive.

I wish I could bond with my stereo system more but I'm always busy. I should get back to writing my grant proposal. I put that down last weekend, I should pick it up again and just finish it. I totally don't do this last minute crunch time thing that so many people I know live on.

I can tell that I'm stressed not only b/c I'm freakkin' breaking out in a lovely case of acne (this must be vengence for the fact when I was 13 I never had any), by back has been killing me recently, and until last night I was not sleeping well. The thing that really bothers me though is that I can't tell why I'm stressed. I know I have a heavy workload but that isn't stress inducing. When it comes to dealing with work, I make sure to pace everything out, one at a time and then to just cross off stuff as I get it done.

Oh well, I'm sure a solution will present itself - eventually.