I do this thing where I have three to-do list notebooks and have to check off every single thing for each of them, or close to it before I make a next one for the following day. Since Saturday, I've been having dexterity issues in both of my hands, and in my right it's been getting worse. I'm pretty sure it's a pinched nerve? It's painful to the point where I can barely type, and can't write longhand. Why are you typing, Fallon? You're an idiot. Good question. I have to turn in something tomorrow, after I go to the doctor, so I don't really have a choice, do I?
In my planner, I like to add as many notes as possible, so when I look back on them, I can remember what I needed to do. This is a little insert I taped in with the two schedules and courses I wanted to take for next semester. There's a satisfying feeling looking back at all the work you've done, all the appointments, scheduling, important memos (which I have few of) you've accomplished and/or received. It's almost better than keeping a journal of some sorts. Almost.
The past two weeks have been insane. Just a lot of work that needs to be done, and Jesus Christ, I only have four weeks left of the semester. I thought it was still March the other day. Nope. Funny how that creeps up on you, just when you feel you've got the swing of things once again. The end of this one is going to be applying to more internships, rewriting and working on final essays (my favorite!), going to a few readings, and hopefully not damaging whatever it is that needs to be healed. Sleep would be nice to fit in there somewhere, too. Oh, sleep. I've been getting up naturally at 7:00, 7:30 recently. It's been nice, compared to waking up in the dark.
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| My mother likes to buy me things to help me relieve stress. This is one of them. (It works for about two minutes then I forget I've applied it, whoops.) |
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| A little pencil box I've deemed a storage unit for all the things that used to clutter up my workspace. |
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