But at least I'm working on it.
My weeks are a self-repeating test in sanity management. I start out on Monday like anyone else does, I suppose, mildly annoyed but resigned in the knowledge that by Friday I'll have more money in the bank. I sort of muddle through until Wednesday, in which I indulge in the latest episode of Lost. Thursday has me feeling like Arthur Dent; I never could get the hang of Thursdays. By Friday I'm mildly depressed because I've wasted the past four days on nothing but work and sleep and work and sleep and by then I'm pondering the virtues of a coffee and amphetamines diet, just to regain those 8 wasted hours each night.
By Saturday I need so many things and so many things done I don't know where to start. I need my fandoms, but I seldom get enough computer time or quiet to indulge in them. I miss Jack and Daniel, and I really should take an hour out every few evenings to watch an old ep or two. I miss Jim and Blair, and now I hear they might be coming out on DVD next year, which I will rejoice in. In the meantime, I did manage to read the first ep of SVS season 3 yesterday, and it was pretty good. My ep should be coming up in a few weeks, I suppose, though I haven't really found out when exactly, as I've barely had time to follow the mailing list.
There's still all kinds of grownup-like things I need to do this month, but the daily grind has me all backed up. I suppose I'll just have to keep trying. I'll figure it all out.