Sneaking to the bathroom stall

Oh how life can get hectic.  So hectic at times that all you can do is think about what else you have to do for someone else.  Never once does the thought of what you may need to do for yourself come to mind.  This is the world we live in.  Kind of sad isn’t it?

I must admit, I had class tonight.  Only two weeks left of this mobile apps class and we really only meet to talk once per week.  There is no actual class.  Plus I have to drive over an hour to get there since I’m still working remotely due to three times per week physical therapy for a stubborn ankle injury.  Truth be told, they get more work out of me here than they do there.  I’m one of the paranoid type.  Somewhere they have an installed camera watching my every move right?  So the laptop goes to the bathroom with me, I have no idea what lunch break means and how dare I try to eat something during the day.  I’m that type of worker.  Good for them, bad for me.  Only good thing for me is they cannot just walk in through my door and drag me away along with the IMs, emails, phone calls like in the office.  One less tug of war helps with my own projects or the thought of my own projects.

But that is an aside from the screen play.  I should be in class.  I do not really feel guilty about not being there truth be told.  It would have only been for a couple of hours and not really doing anything I cannot do here (which I should be doing right now but am not).  Unfortunately I’m sitting here watching the second Sex and the City movie drinking a nice glass of red wine.  I’m mentally done.  My eyes are even rebelling and the sexy librarian glasses have stopped ‘working it’.  Looking into a laptop screen for 18 hours plus per day for umpteen weeks is just, well …. it’s just…

I only have 6 1/2 weeks left of school.  I am grateful for that and do not want to ruin everything I’ve worked so hard for, but can you say done?  So done in fact that I cannot be reconstituted in liquid, even though at the moment this red is strangely helping.  Coupling with the fact that I have not had a good long run since December 8’s Surf n’ Santa 10 miler and the injury that ensued, the stress factor creeps in under the hair line with no rainbow full of charms.

I’ve mentioned before I love being the go to girl but the last few days have been insane!  I cannot even respond to one person before two or three others are asking for something else.  I need a numbered pull tag!

So you’re thinking, this is more of a rant than a thoughtful, informative post in this It’s All About It All blog, but let us all face the facts.  This is life, this is about it all, concerns it all and involves it all.

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