LJ: I am an addict.

[icarus]

I missed my morning classes today.

The all-day tutor training this weekend found me falling asleep in my chair. At one point I answered something and discovered I'd drifted off halfway through the question. So I gave an answer that was the exact opposite of what I meant and... oh god, it was embarrassing.

I wish they'd told me it was a two-weekend training. Shit. I can't make it through another day of their telling me how disorienting it is being in a foreign country. Lived in India, Germany, yes, yes, I know. Tutored Tibetan refugees for two years, trust me, I know.

In the future I am just going to have one person do website design. That person can delegate as they see fit, and I'll just give the final nod. If someone goes off on a tear and decides to start doing the first person's job, they can work it out with their boss. I don't want to be in the middle.

I stayed up all night compiling Percy Ficathon lists for the website. I still need everyone's email for the feedback forms, not everyone used the weasleyworship template for the headers. I want to make the new deadline the 15th, and that looks like what it's gonna be. But I'm worried about the 10 or so people who haven't responded. Are they going to write anything?

I should not have gotten on chat with the Dungeons authors, I knew my resolve to be off by 9pm would crumble. But I was so tired and it was fun, I tell you, fun!

I'm taking four classes, tutoring, working on the Ficathon, coordinating the website, writing original fiction, wringing my hands over my waaaaay-behind fanfiction, tutoring ESL and waaaaay-behind on my research paper. I still have to write my Faulkner paper, finish the final edit on my magazine orig fanfic, write the sex scene for Keego Harbor, turn in my paperwork and proposal for the Service Learning, turn in my proposal for my research paper, do make up work.

wildernessguru is feeling neglected and depressed. I put him on with the Dungeons authors and he had a blast with 'the girls.' I tried to spend some quality time with him, snuggled up last night because he went in the bedroom at 8pm and just... lay there. I caught a little tear. I don't know what to do. There's so little of me left right now. I can't make him happy. I read what's going on in wikdsushi's journal and I want to... do something. And can't.

And I missed my morning classes today. I'm too wrung out and limp to care about my classes at the moment.

Comments

[electricandroid.livejournal.com]

No worries honey - at least you have not spent all day staring at a truss going "This cannot be right." You figure out the mistake... and then... you mess up the calculations.

My brain is porridge. You can serve it to WG if you so desire ;)