Doing it all.

I have a hard time saying no to things. Mostly its because I want to do it all. I spend my days at work finding out what makes people tick- what do they do in their free time, how they think, what their goals are. I usually pick about 3 or 4 things to help us understand the audience. Lately, I've been wondering about if I tried to profile myself. I don't think I could narrow it down to just 3 or 4 things. I like a little bit of everything, except maybe professional sports. That is one area I know almost nothing about. I like playing sports, but I don't know anything about the people who get paid to play them... anyway, not the point...

I'm not sure what's going on with this month, but its going a little bit crazy. Last week started off just fine, but by Friday the crazy kicked in and hasn't stopped. I have a hard time even believing that its only Wednesday because this week has already felt like the longest week ever. I've been busy at work, as per usual, but this week I also tried to do things after work which is proving difficult. Monday was an ad event, Tuesday was planning my high school reunion, tonight was meeting someone I'm co-hosting a group with. Usually when I get crazy busy at work, I cancel all my plans, but this week, none of them were cancel-able. So, I'm just doing it all.

But, its not going well.

I'm getting bitter, tired and stressed.

I'm watching Letterman right now, not because I think he's funny, but because I refuse to watch Leno (a topic I said I would write about but haven't yet). Letterman just did a daylight savings joke... On top off everything else I'm doing, I now need to worry about losing an hour?!

I can't take the thought of letting an hour go... but I am sort of excited about more daylight... not that I really get to enjoy it...

I'm done with this day. I'm going to sleep.

Feeling exhausted.

I was talking with one of my really good friends yesterday about all the prep that I needed to get done for the funeral at the end of the week and she made a comment that she didn't know how I did it all. You know what, I have no idea how I keep running and running and literally running. I feel like I'm an all or nothing sort of person. Either I'm doing something non stop, or I'm doing absolutely nothing. There really isn't an in between with me. The past few weeks, I have been getting up early to work out in the morning. If I don't do it in the morning, I rarely get to it later. Thankfully my morning workouts help keep me sane and I don't get as stressed out during the work day as much. But of course, me staying up late to watch Jimmy Fallon, finish work, or do homework takes a toll on my sleep time, so I need to work on that one... I've also been monitoring my food intake pretty rigidly as I'm still doing weight watchers, so that's just another thing to keep me occupied. Perhaps the fact that I'm 30 days away from classes being over just makes it so that much harder to get through the final push of work that I have to do. I have a research paper that I need to research and write, but I feel like I'm running out of time on it. I'm sure once I sit down and do it, it will come together, but I just need to sit down long enough to focus on it. Yesterday was just an emotionally draining day. My mom called me in the morning to let me know about Terry and then the news just sunk in as the day progressed. If I kept my mind occupied, I was okay, but as soon as I was left alone with my own thoughts, I wanted to cry. So, then I would spend all my energy trying to focus on what I was trying to do, yet failing miserably. Now I'm just rambling about anything that is coming into my head... wonderful blog post.

On a completely random note, we just found out a 4th girl in my grad school class is pregnant! One had a baby last summer, not two are due this summer and one in the fall. Now the question is, who's next. For some reason, they keep throwing me out as the next one. I would like to take this opportunity to say that that it will NOT be me. I am very much looking forward to having a life again, and not having kids until I'm 30... maybe earlier, but certainly NOT while I'm still 26. Geez.