*breathe in, breathe out*

The last couple weeks have been REALLY hectic. Finished up another grad class with group work, got a new TV, moved the old one to the GF’s house, got hit by a ton of grading, moved computers back and forth to have things hooked up appropriately, started another grad class with even MORE f’ing group work, and just been busy each and every weekend for the last few.

Also, I’ve been on pain meds for the gout.

Things have started slipping around here as far as normals go…I haven’t put away my laundry in a few weeks, just having it piled up in a chair…this isn’t really anything new, I do that a lot. But the dishes are starting to pile up with only occasional dents in the pile. I have grapes to make beer and peppers to pickle but I haven’t gotten around to doing that yet. I am behind on NaNoWriMo. I am in the middle of a bunch of books and haven’t updated the sidebar recently (though I probably should do that while I’m here bitching and complaining).

And of course hunting starts up this weekend.

I’ve started to react to things irrationally: seriously considering dropping out of my grad program, overreacting to a character death in a tabletop RPG (like swearing off gaming with the group), wanting to curl up in a ball and just unplug from the outside world for a good long while.

I’m reasonably certain it’s a combination of the pain meds and the amount of stuff I’ve had to do with classes I’m taking. They tend to trip my LOTS OF THINGS TO DO METER. I just need to monitor the situation so I don’t flip out on some poor soul.

I tell you what, though, if I get a full time job somewhere, I am dropping out of the MS in Education program for the time being. That’s a more than full time job on its own.