and miles to go

I'm having a mild breakdown every other week now. I generally get at least six or seven hours of sleep at night -- often in place of, say, schoolwork -- but I'm still completely exhausted all day every day. I'm starting to stress out over insignificant things now, which has never been my style. I'm falling behind in my stupid art class and forgetting to do readings for my B.A. colloquium. I'm still managing my third class, just barely, and only because it's at least mildly interesting. I've always been a procrastinator, but this is the first time I've started actually turning things in late. I think I'm pissing off the other members of my a cappella group with my utter lack of energy. I rarely get to work on time, but at least the job's so mindless that I can still do it although I'm half asleep. Bizarrely, my play is actually going quite well, possibly because it's the only thing I actually dredge up energy for, because I've got a full staff and cast looking to me and I find the energy sometimes only through sheer will because I know if I falter, so will they.

I don't have a single day off until spring break, in March.

I think I'm losing my mind.

I want to go to sleep for a week, or two, or forever.

I have a report to present in class tomorrow that I haven't started. I should get working on that.