Hey everyone! Look, I'm still alive! Barely perhaps—or so it feels like today—but here I am anyway.
Contrary to popular (i.e., one person's) belief, I have neither been incarcerated nor locked up in a convent for the past however long it's been since my last post. I have, however, been a) working, b) writing (or avoiding it, which takes even MORE energy than the actual writing), c) running (gotta get in shape for the Nike Women's Half-Marathon!), d) trying to have some semblance of something that might approach the rudiments of a social life.
Needless to say, I'm exhausted.
Speaking of writing, I am now just past the halfway point of my second semester. Hard to believe how fast it's going. If I were a better, less completely frazzled writer, I'd come up with some metaphor for the speed with which the seasons are flying by, but I can't. Two nights of last-minute panic putting together a packet of writing that went out this morning have sapped every last drop of creativity that I had, and I have nothing left to give. Sorry. You will have to make up your own metaphor this time.
And please don't ask me what a metaphor is, or I will throw my beloved copy of The Elements of Style
at you. (In addition to being tired, I am also cranky. In case you couldn't tell.)
On the plus side of life, today is Friday. That means tomorrow is Saturday. And since I sent off my writing packet today, that means I can actually *gasp* enjoy the weekend.
Wow. Now I have to think of something fun to do, I guess. Hmm, that could take some work.
D'oh! Work does not equal fun, so that means I've ruined my weekend in advance, before it's even happened. I am
a talented girl, aren't I?
I really, really, really need more sleep...