Teaching eleven units, plus chairing two department committees, plus editing a national org's newsletter, plus grad students, plus grant and conference applications, plus the big university research council, plus plus plus...
I'm teaching all night classes this semester. I generally get home around 10 p.m., and to bed around midnight or later. Yet my best writing time is between 6:30 and 10 a.m. This is not working well for me.
I agreed (before getting hit with the teaching schedule from hell) to give my first-ever presentation (approx. 40 min.) to the department research seminar on the new project. Yeah, I'm sure that's gonna go great.
Sleep is a thing of the past. As are walks with friends, photography, and anything else that I used to enjoy. Even grocery shopping has become hard to fit in. I'm exhausted, I'm feeling like I'm on a fucking hamster wheel, and frankly, this semester has me ready to throw in the towel.
That's me, for today.