2004-05-13 12:11![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nightrythm
nightrythmDespite the fact that I've been responding and posting, my life is pretty crazy right now.
Work is crazy with reports and deadlines. Work on top of more work. Therefore, I break away and demand some time to goof off. (probably more than I should, even)
Then, in my "spare" moments, I'm calling places and setting up appointments to see houses. This takes not only the search and the note taking, but the coordinating with the various peoples I'm supposed to share a house with. I'm feeling rushed, maybe even overscheduled.
The funny thing is, I always feel this way during fair season. My weekends are completly booked, so I have only the week to get those things done that need to get done. I always try to schedule one day of come home and become one with the couch. But somehow... even though I manage to sit on my butt for a couple of hours before bedtime, I don't feel like I'm getting much of a break.
I'm also drowning in correspondence right now. Which is kinda cool actually. But my last column garnered a bunch of responses. I've got old friends coming out of the woodwork, making contact and saying hi. It's cool, 'cause they are people I thought I lost.
I need a social secretary - any volunteers?
Work is crazy with reports and deadlines. Work on top of more work. Therefore, I break away and demand some time to goof off. (probably more than I should, even)
Then, in my "spare" moments, I'm calling places and setting up appointments to see houses. This takes not only the search and the note taking, but the coordinating with the various peoples I'm supposed to share a house with. I'm feeling rushed, maybe even overscheduled.
The funny thing is, I always feel this way during fair season. My weekends are completly booked, so I have only the week to get those things done that need to get done. I always try to schedule one day of come home and become one with the couch. But somehow... even though I manage to sit on my butt for a couple of hours before bedtime, I don't feel like I'm getting much of a break.
I'm also drowning in correspondence right now. Which is kinda cool actually. But my last column garnered a bunch of responses. I've got old friends coming out of the woodwork, making contact and saying hi. It's cool, 'cause they are people I thought I lost.
I need a social secretary - any volunteers?
