whoa, stress.

I have...far too much on my plate this quarter. Four full courseloads, a part-time job, an a cappella group, writing my B.A., and directing a big show...yeah, it's a bit much. I had a minor breakdown last night, in which I e-mailed my B.A. adviser and college adviser in a blind panic, but that's abated now. I'm not sure if I'm actually going to be able to fix the primary problem, which is a bit too complicated for me to go into here. But at least I've reachieved my usual state of overstressed!zen, which may make me appear mildly deranged but has proven to be remarkably effective in surviving periods of great stress in the past. Ah, well.

Of course, I now have no time for writing of a non-academic nature, which means fanfic and the YA fantasy are more or less on hold until I can breathe again. Which is sad. But hey, in a few months I get to be an underemployed college graduate. I'll have plenty of time for creative writing then.

...shit.

I have to write and perform a 2-3 min performance piece for class tomorrow. I have had no time this past week to contemplate this, but I've spent the entire day trying to come up with anything and failing miserable. Guys, I'm a theater major. This shouldn't be so difficult. But I've got nothing.

I think the play I'm directing has sucked all my creativity out of me. I seem to be physically incapable of being creative in any way that does not involve this play. And I'm going to look like an utter fool in class tomorrow. Fuckses.