Why Do The Heathen Rage?

Damn, I can't believe how much I've gotten done today. Everything that I meant to do last weekend and didn't get done, was easily and painlessly finished tonight. I remember when I used to feel this clear-headed more often. Those were happy days, when I remember what I'd said five minutes ago without having to smack my head on walls to shake loose the menagerie of disconnected thoughts that float around in my cranium.

I got all my discussions done. I finished my article abstract, my source analysis and my extra credit assignment. That may not sound like a lot. But it ended up taking me something like five hours of pretty continuous work. I feel very, very good right now. Nevermind that I still have a paper to write and three chapters to read in the morning, at the very least. And other work I'm behind on to boot. And I haven't slept much lately, and my eyes are starting to feel dried out from being open so long, and so on and so forth about pain and agony and general worry.

I'm blithering jolly right now. Hell, I even went to El Campesino's tonight, and I got Christmas stuff done for lots of people. I'm so fucking productive it's killing me.

I could bitch about my grandfather being in the hospital again. But what's the point? Ich bin fleissig! Ich bin sehr fleissig. Wenn ich nur Zeit hätte, würde ich diese Welt rettung! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Auf Deutsch ist nett und glücklich!

posted by Sarie @ 1:05 AM >Comments: 0