life is good. i promise.

i hate, and i mean hate being tired, the only thing that would come close to rivaling the hatred i have for being tired is being rushed, which would seem to make sense since one seems to be rooted in the other. anyways, and i figure you could guess i was gonna head this way, but i'm really tired. what's worse is that i realize the irony of writing, ostensibly to vent, about being tired when it's sometime after midnight and the only thing i should really be doing is looking at the back of my eyelids.

so there's been a lot going on, i think i realized in college that having way more to do than time in which to do it was never nearly as bad as having a ton to do, but having just enough time to get it all done. at least when you knew you had too much, you knew there was no way it'd all get done anyway, so there was less pressure. that's not been the case at all, there's been a ton to do, like enough to fill up days and nights, but not enough to really be able to say "screw all this."

like i said though, everything's good. i wrote dunx an email this morning after he IMed me when i was working out, it was good to hear from him and i feel like a peckerhead for not being in better touch with him, he's definitely a guy i'd consider one of my best friends, so it was refreshing. link called and i talked to him a bit, and then lauren called, and it'd been a while since i'd talked to her too, so it was definitely great to reconnect with her. tomorrow's my day off, so i'm hoping to decompress some, i think there's been three nights in the last week and a half or two where i've gotten to be home the whole night which is just nuts, especially since not all of it's been anything i've had any significant desire to do.

i'd talk about desire, but neither of us wants that.

feeling: sleepy
thinking of: sleep
music: "find me" margaret becker