Listen:

Today, I handed in the marathon that was my 15-page paper on single-payer health care. I was going to post it like I did my Woodrow Wilson one (not that anyone read it) but it was too large as a post and it's not really worth the energy to split it up and post it in parts. I wish I could say I was done with the whole miserable business, but I still have to compress it down to a ten minute presentation for Friday. Did I mention this week is insane?

Monday: 15-page paper due. Have to finish photography final project. Last communications class; must give 3-minute speech, answering horrible interview questions like "What do you not want me to know?"

Tuesday: Working 6:45am to 4:30pm; Last history class until 8:30pm; must begin studying for giant multi-essay final.

Wednesday: Final critique of two projects in photography; must make power point health care presentation and write 3-page English final.

Thursday: Work 6:45am to 5pm; finish anything I didn't finish earlier in the week.

Friday: 10-minute presentation in English; Gallery Night in the photo lab.

Saturday: Study all day for History final. Seriously. 70 short essay terms plus 2 large, multi-page essays.

Sunday: Work 7:45 to 6pm; pick up photos from gallery.

I want to breathe but don't think I'll have time until next week Wednesday. Oh yeah, and the car is being repaired from the tree damage. Did I not mention that? A tree branch fell on the Subaru the other day and dented the roof and passenger door. The car will be back in about a week. I had to drop it off at the autobody place this morning before getting a ride back to the house so I could leave immediately and bike to class.

I'm used to being busy, but I feel really stressed and vulnerable right now. And I'm really poor at the moment, so I'm especially excited for textbook buyback, which starts next week.

I know, too long, didn't read. That's three sentences I started with "I." Oh well. Here, have some random photos: ( These are snapshots from around town and my bathroom. )

So, at this point I'm just writing to keep writing. I'm feeling sort of awesome and fragmented all at the same time. My bike ride to school was invigorating instead of exhausting.

I just started reading Dennis Lehane's The Given Day which is really good so far. I have a feeling I'm going to like Lehane in general - he's got the Irving/King/Burgess excessive detail-thing quite well and I love it.

Anyway, I am going to go use my punch card for a free latte before I go to my communications class, which I despise. Have a lovely day, dear readers!