I hate to say it

Again. It's starting to get a bit redundant.
Again. It's starting to get a bit redundant.

See, I may be getting burned out, but at least I still have my sense of humor, sad as it may be.

I'm considering asking my boss if I can get one day off per week. Right now, I work Monday through Saturday. I find myself coming home from work and I am just too tired. Too tired to get any housework done, too tired to try to get any food on the table, and too tired to make an attempt at homework.

I have my New Orleans trip to look forward to, that's coming up in a week and a half. Then, after that I have Spring break to look forward to, hoping to be recovering from my jaw surgery during that time. After that, it's damn near graduation day, So I know, I see an end in sight, but that doesn't seem to help with the daily fight to get up and get going.

Like today. I doubt that I am going to class today. Yes, I know, I missed last Wednesday so we could run to Fargo, and I missed last Thursday because Emma was sick. But I spent all weekend either working, or laying around relaxing, and I didn't get a thing done around the house, no laundry got done, the house is a mess, and I am still exhausted.

Some day it will be better, when I "only" have a job. At least that's what I tell myself now. When I don't have homework or GPAs or Senate crap to worry about. When I don't have to study for tests and prepare financial statements and deal with the politics of being a student. Yes, I said politics. I seem to have come into a position in the school of being a confidante of a few of the instructors, by being their TA, or just by knowing them through other activities. Some of them don't like each other. And I hear it all.

I'm tired of this. Maybe I should see a doctor....
hmm.