When I woke up this morning, I looked across at my bookshelf and saw a book title that reflects my current circumstance: Killing Yourself to Live (by Chuck Klosterman).
Sometime between the hours of 5 a.m. and 1 a.m. I've been absorbed with some combination of work, school and real estate.
For example, on Tuesday:
- Woke up at 5 a.m. and worked on a research paper.
- Got to the office at 9 a.m. and spent time before lunch faxing papers for the mortgage lender and talking to my agent.
- Worked until 5 p.m.
- Was in class from 6 p.m. to 10 p.m.
- Worked from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m.
WTF. The schedule doesn't bother me so much as what I've been missing out on. This includes:
- Spending time with Amanda.
- Band practice.
- Connecting to the outside world.
The real estate process has been long, but I hope to have the house soon. We had inspections yesterday morning and found some issues that we need to resolve with the seller, so we're back to the negotiating table. This UW quarter from hell will be over mid-March. I know relief is on the way, but I feel like a New Orlean relying on FEMA right now -- relief ain't coming soon enough and time ain't on my side.
I'd try to help myself, but I have zero time to pick up Klosterman's book to learn how this story is supposed to end.