arrested development.

remember that time i said i'm glad i didn't die? me neither...

just kidding, i'm still glad(ish)

i just wolfed down 3 huge slices of pizza. i ordered said pizza because i don't cook anymore. ever. because I HAVE NO TIME. oy, don't even get me started. wait... too late.

last night i had a mini breakdown (my first this semester - a vast improvement from last year). everything i wanted to wear was dirty because i have no time to do laundry (and even if i could get the clothes separated and in the washer, they'd stay on my bed forever once out of the dryer because hanging/folding them would take far too long). so i sat in the middle of my closet for about ten minutes with my head in my hands. i miss the days in which i didn't carry a constant burden on my shoulders (seminar papers, grading papers, preparing for discussion section, conference proposals, master's reports, field exam, job, no roommate next year). i go to bed exhausted every single night and wake up early every single morning so as to fit in the maximum amount of work possible.

i know, i know, I'M DOING WHAT I LOVE! I SHOULD BE HAPPY! well, i am doing what i love, but it's still a pain in my ass and the cause of much anxiety.

bright side: today, i spent an hour with a student who failed her first exam. she came to see me for help on an essay. i walked her through emerson and thoreau; she left confident. i walked her through emerson and thoreau. 'twas the best hour of my day.

now can someone please come over and help me figure out a topic for my victorian sex seminar paper? oh, and while you're here, how bout folding those damned towels sitting on my bed? throw the whites in the dryer while you're at it.