:: book bound

Work is slowly killing me. It has been nothing but early mornings and overtime hours for the last little while and it's beginning to drive me insane quite rapidly.

Needless to say, I am eagerly counting down to April 2nd when all of this will be over and I will once again, hopefully, be able to return to a quasi-normal life. Fingers crossed. I'd rather not come out of this alive, only to discover that I have another equally time consuming and frustrating project to call my own.

That may be the day I go nuts.

After all, I'm not reading nearly as much as I used to. I have all but stopped writing save for a few outlets and it's only when that begins to happen that I begin to grow bitter and resentful. I'm supposed to be a president for the CAA, but you'd never know it considering how little time I have to focus on the things that need to be done.

I miss the days of last summer when most minutes were spent basking in sunlight and reading book after book, immersed in a world ages from here. I miss wrapping myself up in the comforting blanket of another character's life through the words pumping out of my fingers. I miss a lot of things lately, and I don't generally miss things.

I miss life, when life wasn't really stereotypical and mundane.

"Who wants to see life as it is, if they can help it?" (p. 130)