|Current mood:|| stressed|
So much to do
The next few weeks are just going to suck. The end of the semester, Thanksgiving, starting to Christmas shop, whatever. I have so much to do this weekend alone, and yet I sit here, not doing anything useful. Go me.
So today, I need to do my quiz, make that Power Point presentation and send it to my lab partner, and do the research - again, since my efforts at school fell through - and maybe try to work on my rewrites for my writing class. That's the minimum that I need to do today, really. Well, besides actually going through all the articles I collect for research and organize the information I am going to need to write my paper. Then tomorrow, I need to actually start writing the paper. I also need to clean the house, do the laundry, and bake the cake. I might have the Girl bake the cake, though. She might enjoy that, and I know that she will get a kick out of telling her Grandpa that she made his cake. Which means, of course, that Sunday - at least during the day - is busy with Dad being over here. I might be able to get some working on paper accomplished after he leaves for the day, unless the Spouse needs to be on the computer working on *his* paper. Monday, I guess I'll read the chapter for anthropology. I'll also need to go grocery shopping and take the turkey out of the freezer to thaw. Tuesday is going to be such a waste going over to campus, but I can't miss research methods. Grr. Wednesday, I need to bake my pies and make the macaroni salad. Thursday, well, we all know what to expect on Thursday, but again, Dad will be leaving before dark, so I might be able to do some work later in the evening. In the midst of all of this, I need to actually *finish* the research paper, do the homework that is due on the same day, finish up all of my rewrites, and study for both the last test in anthropology and the last test in research methods, which are both on the following Thursday. The week after that is finals - thank goodness I only have two. I am not going to be nearly so lucky next semester, I'm sure.
Argh. So enough. As an added bonus to all the regular stress, the Spouse's job is a problem and I am pretty sure that I can't be friends with my best friend any longer because the friendship is just really toxic and unpleasant for me. And I wonder why I want to smoke - geez. I'm lucky I'm not sitting in a corner somewhere with a bottle of tequila and a carton of smokes.
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