Today was just one of those days. Things just didn’t go my way. And the worst part of it is, it’s left me tired but not sleepy.
(I just waded through reading something that was unbearably dense, so bear with me.)
It started off pretty well, the sun was shining, and that was about it. I ran to class, got there late, and spent the next almost-two-hours wishing that I were elsewhere. Class ends, and I run home to finish and print a paper, make some soup that I eventually dump down my throat as I go back out the door, and was late for my next meeting, which wasn’t horrible, but left me feeling pretty non-confident about myself. I was on time for the next class (yay) but it was my afternoon three-hour class, and I was sitting there wishing that I was elsewhere. By the end of hour two I’m usually pretty checked out. Then I had about a half-hour to shove a half-sandwich down my throat (Throat to Me: Don’t push it.) and then it was time for rehearsal, which was probably some of the worst hours of my day, then home, where I did some stuff, but mostly felt the need (and still do) to dick around and not do work (which is a bad idea) and stretch my brain to think of more stuff to type in this entry, and tell myself I’ll be in bed by 12:30 only for time to be like “surprise! you bummed around the apartment doing nothing and now it’s 3 AM, or 2:30 if you’re lucky!” And on top of that, now I feel incredibly lonely in this apartment that, while lovely, still doesn’t feel like home with the piles of mess in different places, the white hospital-room walls that nothing in the world will adhere to, and the fact that I still don’t know where half of my stuff is at any given time, yet the time I’d spend looking for a new place is spent in class, running from place to place, and – you guessed it – doing nothing constructive at all. It’s a cycle that kind of needs to end, and fast, because I’m beginning to feel like I’m going through the motions, springing back and forth on a rubber-band-slingshot between my apartment and the Vilas building with a few other stops in between sometimes that take more time than they probably should.
Oh, and my shoulders hurt from exercising yesterday. Um…good for the bones, I guess? Bleh. I don’t know.
What I do know today:
- I’m so lonely when alone, but when in class, most of the time I just want to get out of there.
- Saying “you’ll be fine” to me right now would be like…I think I’ll go there in a future entry.
- The little things accumulate and escalate.
- Budgeting more travel time is never a bad idea.
- My computer’s fan is embarrassingly loud.
- I’m always doing stuff, but I would never call myself “busy.” I don’t know about that. Again, more in a future entry.
- I should probably go back and read through my posts and follow through on some of those future-entry topics.
All those charts were right, about grad school being a six-slice pie (school, social, sleep, exercise, diet, and extracurriculars, or something like that) when they say “pick four and fail at them all.”
In that case, I have about seven pies worth of failure.
And I’m not even really doing any of those things right now.
…so I guess I just proved the chart right.