I have had various windows open all day, started this blog entry at least three separate times, and now it’s already past 1:30 and I haven’t touched my requisite to job applications for the day, and by the time I complete this entry, I’m betting it will be 2:30. And I haven’t eaten anything, and I didn’t fall asleep until 4:30 am and I’m drinking one of those Monster Energy Drinks and it is scarily effective.  Oh, and I’m talking to a boy on gchat which always significantly drains my productivity.

And I am freaking out over logistics for next week.

Oh my god. And I was already planning on taking Monday off, but now maybe I shouldn’t since I’ll be taking Thursday off, and will be inclined to slip out early on Wednesday, probably.

I am not wired for this. I am built only to handle the mundane. Or at least, that’s what these two years have gifted me; an inordinate ability to do the same thing day in and day out and not shoot myself in the head, and not really seek out anything other than what is right in front of me. (Other than, you know, my obsessive job applicationing.)

I have no idea where I am going, either with this entry, or any of these sentences.