First off, I think I might be making myself sick or something. Things have been heating up at work thanks to the Majors Fair next week in addition to that “First Year Retention” committee I’m on plus the fact that this week I’m giving a midterm so I have to get that written plus graded in addition to all the rest of their homework so I can get those back soon as well as figured into their midterm scores which are due between the 13th and 18th… Uh, yeah, so this week is busy. Next week is the Majors Fair and I have two guest speakers coming in plus my sisters, cousin, and some of Sarah’s friends are going to be in town so there’s cleaning, er, pushing stuff in the closet to do before they get here. For some odd reason, I feel like I’m missing some more stuff in there, but my brain’s too scattered to register it right now.

Secondly, the Student Friends of the Library has a bunch going on, and while I may not be able to help with the homecoming stuff (homecoming so often strikes me as being for shithead sports fans anyway) too much, I do want to help with the decorating and the book sale. Those, at least, will be fun. I figure by then I’ll need a break from the thesis anyway.

Oh wait, the thesis? When have I been working on that? Last night I was nauseous and had a headache and was pretty delirious most of the night, sleeping the better part of the evening away until Ian got there. And even after he got there, I just babbled to him with no clear idea as to what I said and then fell back to sleep. I’ve been doing terrible at getting thesis stuff done at home. Here at work, it’s constant interruptions and not good for thesis time except for Fridays when no one comes in. I was hoping that Saturdays would be good for thesis time since I can hang out upstairs while the gang is in the basement playing DnD without me, but between helping Jamie with the chili, running around getting things for people and generally having to stop every few minutes, nothing major got done this past Saturday other than an outline and some organizing of articles, and that’s after hours of sitting there with my laptop open. I think I’m going to have to switch thesis time to the bedroom which means less access to tea and food, but also less access to humans. I love being with my friends, but I’m gonna hate not getting more work done.

The awful thing is that it’s only going to get worse. Since midterms are going out soon, things will pick up here as students flock to the center to drop classes. After that will be advisement for the spring term and even more student interruptions. I’m no good at writing things until a few days before they’re due, so having to write entire chapters now without a deadline is almost futile. I work well under pressure. What I’m feeling now isn’t pressure; it’s stress. And what stress does to me is give me massive indigestion so I constantly have heartburn or am nauseous, and it gives me constant headaches and fatigue. Last night may be attributable to the crazy changes in the temperature (Yesterday I wore a sweater all day at work because Heather had the AC on kinda high but then had to remove it when I found 80 degree weather outside.), but I think a lot of it has to do with sheer stress. Goddammit, this semester shouldn’t be that difficult. I’m only teaching two classes, working full time and writing my master’s thesis. What’s so hard about that? Ridiculous nerves. Life would be easier if I weren’t human.