Honestly, at this point it feels like I’ve been On Deadline since July, and–no, wait, probably June too. Yeah. And to be honest, it really, really sucks. Mostly, this is because Term 2 and Term 4 are crazy-town anyway with finals and marking and report writing etc, but largely it’s because Term 3, which is supposed to be my quietest term, was eaten alive by Massive Work Project (which, rumour has it, I have probably passed – I get confirmation tomorrow, i.e. the last day of the possible 6-week notification period). Massive Work Project, hereafter MWP, ate me alive. Wait, I said that. Oh well, whatever, further evidence of truth. Anyway, it was massive, it was work, and the thought of maybe having to do it again next year if I didn’t pass literally made me want to vomit. Because it derailed my entire year, writing-wise, work-wise, and mental-health-and-sanity-wise. I have been teetering on the edge of burn-out for a good solid month now, and everyone is all SLOW DOWN (I have, as much as I can with Deadlines) and STOP WRITING, and I am like, You do realise that writing (which is actually editing & publishing rn because I’ve basically *done* no writing *since* July) is *literally* what is keeping me from tipping over the edge right now, right? If I drop writing, you will not like the result. It will be ugly. There will probably be a broken Amy. We Do Not Want This, Okay?
I’m sure I had a point here, other than a) MWP sucked and b) I am so, so tired.
Anyway, deadlines, I has them, for about one more week. Then it seems tenuously plausible that I might actually get a healthy amount of sleep again.
In the meantime, I have something like 100 hours of work and commitments to fit into the next four days. So if I look dead on Tuesday, you know why.
Think of me fondly, if I should die 😛 (And buy my books, HA HA.)
Anyway. (Again.) Sorry to lack substance and perspective tonight, but I is the tiredz and I haz the nothings. Cute animal gifs welcome.
Here’s hoping we make it to Tuesday.
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