Fifty-hour work weeks may kill me yet. The upside is the money, of course… the downside - almost zero free time, which means less time for more important things. Been slacking in the study department, as I’m currently attempting to wrap my mind around algebra and am in need of The Math Genius (a.k.a. my little sis Crystal) in order to even begin the process, but she has her own shit to deal with and is barely ever home these days. It’s all a bit discouraging, really.

I seriously need to get my shit together. I have no idea how I even got to this point. I was doing so well, and now… well, distraction after constant distraction, it seems.

I feel the urge to purify myself, once again. Trim the fat, cut the excess, etc. Exercise some measure of self-control and self-discipline, in all areas and aspects of my life.

I don’t really feel like I’m depressed at the moment, though this blog entry betrays that. It seems sort of ‘blah’. I feel like maybe I’ve been seeming sort of ‘blah’ lately. I think this GRE shit is stressing me out more than I’d like to think or feel that it is. It will be over soon enough, though.

I think that what I really need is a vacation. Not even some kind of extravagant trip, just a week away from the madness. To think and reflect and get everything sorted. Before I completely lose my mind.

El fin.