helen-louise (baratron) wrote,

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No time.

Still insanely busy. The problem I'm having is that I have absolutely no spare time. I mean, none at all. I have so much work to do that, quite literally, between now and July, there is no weekend or evening when I don't have work to do. I can't say "whee, I've got no work, I can go out" - the best I get is "I've done all the work for tomorrow". So any time I want to do something with the evening - go out and/or see people, I’m making a conscious decision not to work that night. And of course, work doesn’t go away until I find some other time to do it.

It might sound like I'm moaning. Actually, I'm not - I'm really enjoying what I'm doing with my life at the moment, even though it's difficult and stressful. What I'm moaning about is that I am, once again, bloody ill.

Because I'm not coughing and sneezing all over the place people don’t realise how crap I feel, but I'm absolutely exhausted. It started on Thursday - I hoped it was just a sore throat because I'd had to shout at some students, but come Friday I'd started to feel dizzy and wobbly as well. Somehow got through Friday, came home and collapsed, then slept for 14 hours. On Saturday, I got up around 4pm still feeling like death, had some breakfast, and fell asleep on the sofa for a couple of hours. (I lay down on the sofa specifically because I didn't want to fall asleep, because I knew if I slept too much I wouldn't be able to sleep that night. But it didn't work!). Got up on Sunday, tidied up the house because it was pissing me off, then did not much for the rest of the day. Downloaded stuff for The Sims because I didn't have enough brain to do anything else.

It would be lovely if it was always a choice whether I work at the weekend. Then if I didn't work, it would be entirely my fault and I'd have no one to blame but myself. But this weekend I couldn't work because between cold germs and breathing badly, my brain was too fried for any kind of coherent thought to take place. (I didn't even feel capable of following a recipe, let alone writing a lesson plan.) So I had no real choice but to do it last night. And then I had a biology class after college, so I didn't get home until late... and I was already falling asleep at 8pm... bah.

Bloody colds. I hate them.

And I have this damn ancient Mega City Four song from when they were a crap punk band (rather than the quite good punkish indie band they turned into) which has a chorus of "No time, no time. No time. No time, no time. No time! No time, no time, NO TIME!". That is possibly more annoying than being too busy and ill at the same time.

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