silveradept | Weekends aren't supposed to be spent like this.

Well, there was the academic bit for this morning - probably could have skipped it. Then there was the getting work done. Tomorrow will probably be the reading of new material. And then the assignments, and the revisions, and by then, I have a whole new set of things to read and worry about. If anyone wonders where my sanity went, I traded it to the CRFH board a very long time ago. I'm glad I did, because that way I don't have to worry about anything driving me up the wall about having more assignments to do. As much as I like to work ahead, I get the feeling I'm going to fall behind if I'm not careful. That keeps me trying to juggle time as much as I can (conceivably) to get things done, in, and on time. I could be doing a lot of worrying about nothing, but I really hate stacked assignments. It's aggravating enough that you're assigning a multi-week project, but then you're also forcing me to concentrate on these other, smaller projects that are regimented in just in the right places to prevent any considerable block of work when combined with all the other assignments that have to be completed. (Bitter? Me? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!) But they tell me that it gets better. After the first semester, I'll settle in a bit, or so they say. I suspect that second year will be better in some ways and worse in others. It could end up being nice in terms of having a few classes and a work experience. I may have to consider, if they offer them, summer courses - I don't think they do. This is all stuff I didn't have to worry about as an undergraduate. I'm still trying to figure out how things went from comfortable, if occasionally panicky, moments to ZOMGASSIGNMENTS. It's probably the whole "three hours in class, nine hours on assignments" thing. Grad school has become a full-time job and then some. That might be the biggest adjustment that I'm going for. I'm past the point of no return, really. So I'll have to suck it up or figure out how to balance the group workloads in such a way that I don't die from getting dogpiled by my other assignments.

Thus, the anthem continues - from thesis to grad school. Forgive my incessant rambling, but there are some days where I just don't know if I can hack it. Why should I be worried - all the assignments for this week are finished (one might need a little editing) and I've got a giant jump on next week's assignments. (I'll probably do Tuesday's readings tomorrow so that I can focus on doing the work for Monday on Monday - and then put off impending doom long enough to do Tuesday's work on Tuesday. Back to impending doom on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday... you get the idea. If anything gets sacked in this enterprise, it's probably the readings. Where I can get away with it, anyway. But hopefully I'll get far enough ahead of myself that I can just complain about the readings, while having the writings and projects all ready to go.

Again, I could just be complaining about nothing. It took me about one and one-half days to write 1500 words. There are, of course, other things, too, that are going to be due. Not for another couple weeks, though. And as much as I'd like to relax a bit... I stare at the list of Due Dates, and realize that being a month ahead would be better. Such is graduate schooling. And I've got two years of this to get through. ARGH. It feels kind of like what Llewellyn's demonstrating. Although I suspect what I should be getting out of the strip is something else entirely. But at the moment, it feels more like I'm eating my tail.

Oh, yeah, the padded rugby team needs to find a consistent defense. They lost today after a decent first half, but then surrendered a couple successful tries to the opposition, which put them over the top.

Okay, enough complaining and showing off my type Double-A personality. Should just take a breath, maybe meditate for a bit to reduce some stress (which I seem to be piling up on myself), and tell my work to go away for a bit. At least I don't have this guy's ego, nor this guy's disposition. And it's not as bad as Ancient Rome, at least.

Bleh. I'm going to the doctor's when I can find time - this cough thing has stuck around for too long and is too much of an annoyance to just deal with. And with that, I am reminded again that if I really feel like it, I can give myself a stress headache... all I have to do is keep worrying. Thus, I sleep. Will do other work tomorrow. Will attempt to get ahead of myself after that. At some point, will either stress myself into headaches and deadlines or will make breakthrough and relax for some indeterminate amount of time.