It's wednesday. It feels like it's at least monday of next week. Translation: it's been a long week.
I've done all of my readings for last week. I've done none of my readings for this week. I figure that's not too disastrous. I've already spent about 8hrs working at church and am headed back tomorrow. I have to deliver lots of postcards advertising Mal-FUNction to letterboxes in my area. So far, i've had about two hours of uni this week - and have only one more tomorrow, that i may or may not show up for. Because that's the kind of dedicated student that i am. I have also managed to be really, ecstatically happy for about eight hours. And absolutely miserable for about 38. And plateaued for the rest of that time (let's say about thirty or so hours? Not that i'm counting, or anything). I've dealt with dramatic teens, people calling me names, a serious shortage of funds and serious meetings at work (thankfully nothing to do with my performance). I have also managed to absolutely cave and spill all but one of the deep, dark secrets (which have multiplied this week) to someone - which hasn't made me feel that much better, because i'm not entirely sure it was a good idea, even though they seem to feel better about things now. Weird. I've also got a cold, a sore foot and a swollen eye that makes me look as if i've been punched.
All in all, it's been a super, overly dramatic, particularly ridiculous, very stressful and tiring week. It would be nice to have a weekend right about now!!
I've done all of my readings for last week. I've done none of my readings for this week. I figure that's not too disastrous. I've already spent about 8hrs working at church and am headed back tomorrow. I have to deliver lots of postcards advertising Mal-FUNction to letterboxes in my area. So far, i've had about two hours of uni this week - and have only one more tomorrow, that i may or may not show up for. Because that's the kind of dedicated student that i am. I have also managed to be really, ecstatically happy for about eight hours. And absolutely miserable for about 38. And plateaued for the rest of that time (let's say about thirty or so hours? Not that i'm counting, or anything). I've dealt with dramatic teens, people calling me names, a serious shortage of funds and serious meetings at work (thankfully nothing to do with my performance). I have also managed to absolutely cave and spill all but one of the deep, dark secrets (which have multiplied this week) to someone - which hasn't made me feel that much better, because i'm not entirely sure it was a good idea, even though they seem to feel better about things now. Weird. I've also got a cold, a sore foot and a swollen eye that makes me look as if i've been punched.
All in all, it's been a super, overly dramatic, particularly ridiculous, very stressful and tiring week. It would be nice to have a weekend right about now!!
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