five weeks left

I think that I am getting closer and closer to burning out. Between work and school I feel as though I am always on the run and that bothers me. Some people like to and or want to lead their life that way, but I can't. Without trying to sound too pathetic, I am in need of some serious down time. I need to decompress. I need to have fun. When I can't remember the last time that I had fun, then I know that I am in trouble.

Relief won't arrive until two thirty in the afternoon on Tuesday next week. By then my seven night stint at work will be over and so will my class for the day. When I reach that point I'll be able to collapse and fall far away from the world. I'll be able to sleep, read and or watch television. My time will be mine again.

After work this morning I debated as to whether or not I wanted to go to class. I was so tired and I knew that if I went I wouldn't get much sleep at night. Eventually I decided to go and I'm not sure why. Maybe it was a combination of adult responsibility and the fact that it is my money that is being spent on the class that made me go.

Once I got there I started to feel slightly better, but was annoyed to see that other people had decided to skip. There had to be at least five people missing from class and I wasn't one of them. My best guess at why there were so many absent would have to be the weather. For some unexplained reason Wisconsin has been blessed with a heat wave this week and today was just the start of it. The leaves may have been stripped from the trees, but the sun was shining down as though it were late August and not November. Getting that one final taste before it fades might have been too much for some people to miss and class was forgotten.

Greg told me the lyrics of the latest song that he wrote and I was impressed. He has to be one the few creative people that I still know. All of the ones that I knew from my undergraduate days from years ago are long gone from my daily contact.

Getting back to the class in general, I know that I am not the only person who finds the lecture to be less than stirring at times. To my immediate right Miss Psychology Major I Broadcast My Life Story To Those In My Immediate Vicinity Whether Or Nor Anyone Wants To Hear It was doing some full page doodling. Soon she had rendered in green ink two crude looking people with some kind of a bird hovering between them. I think that the people were meant to be jesters judging by the hats that they wore, but I didn't really look that hard, nor I ask for clarification. What I do know is that she and her friend both found it to be amusing.

Actually the lecture wasn't that dull today. There were parts of it that were worth hearing and remembering. Of course the lecture didn't keep me looking at my latest case of infatuation sitting close to me yet still not close enough.

Despite the warm weather she was still clad in her trademark tan corduroy jacket and multi colored scarf. Under said articles was an earth colored turtleneck sweater that hugged her nicely. From where I was sitting I could see the curve of her breast and follow that line up her neck to her face. It was a pose that I felt needed to be drawn at least once and I am more than willing to do so. Some people just have that smooth look that conjures up images of charcoal or pencil drawings. She has that kind of body and I'm not sure if she knows it.

I was going to speak with her after class, but she was trying to get her exam from the professor since she wasn't in class Tuesday. Lingering too long after class isn't really an option for me, because the parking police are always circling at that time of the day.

My mood has been anything, but pleasant for most of the week and I'm not sure if it will get any better with the weekend. All that I want to do is sleep and it isn't due to depression either. I just can't seem to get a large enough chuck of it lately. Five hours in one block would be heaven. Sadly that was denied me today, but I tried. I always try.

 
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