my eyes are so bleary…

I guess I’m young but I feel so weary!

Sing it, Zooey Deschanel!

I am so exhausted. My candle has-neither her nor there–and end to burn. I feel weary and bleary. And dreary.

This last week, I barely made it by. Academically, professionally, personally, emotionally. It’s mostly because I can’t find the proper motivation to get anything done at all. It’s just much easier to take a nap than to think about a messy apartment, unfinished homework, and Monday. I find that when my mental to-do list (or any physical variation thereof) gets overloaded, I just panic and choose not to do any of it. I’m very much a “If I can’t get it all done–and done right–why do it at all?” kind of gal. That means that I have trouble forgoing a full on house clean and focusing on just one room. Or, I neglect all of my homework because I feel like I can’t get it all done in one day. And I feel all these little life things piling up, like my license expiring soon, my car desperately needing an oil change, and not knowing what to cook for dinner.

Hang in there, Baby. My goal for today is to just prioritize tasks and accomplish as many as possible without sacrificing too much brain rest time.

Oh. And I don’t think it would hurt at all to give that desk a quick tidy. (Compels urge to reorganize the entire living room.)

And it might be nice to get some kitty snuggles.