The crawl towards the weekend

I need to learn stanima this year it seems, as this week has been pretty damn hectic. For a very short period of time at the start of the semester I felt calm. Well you know what they say about calms and storms.

I started the week pretty relaxed, if a little bad tempered. I had tapas, and that seemed to calm the impending feelings of doom and general stress, until a 'helpful' lecture on dissertations put paid to any ideas of a relaxed week. Tuesday ended with a shift at work, then a trip to the pub. I left the house at nine and got in at half ten, but found myself watching the Apprentice USA in bed until one and I really don't think that my strange nocturnal sleeping habits are helping matters...

On Wednesday, I had a meeting about a conference, fitted in around uni work, tweeking and sending off a book review, work work, and trying to maintain a social life. Today has been a slightly calmer affair, I've been to the Lit and Phil, ate soup, drank coffee and read a few articles for next week, though I fear that I've started to prematurely wind down for the weekend when I still have a shift left at work and lectures tomorrow. This weekend will be exciting though, as I'm going to see the lovely Adam Green strut his stuff at the Academy2 and sleep. Alot.

P.S I know thid has been a very whiny post, I just want to make it clear that most of the time, I love being so busy and that my bad attitude is mostly caused by sleep deprivation. I will try and be more cheerful the next time round.