So here I am at work, riding along on the student network's wireless connection (which I can amazingly do, even though I do not have a username and password for the server--yay!) which is running at only 6Mbps, but that's still faster than a modem. I think I got about 2 hours of sleep last night, not for lack of trying, but with allergies and the kitten, and having had to fight the desire to sleep all day, it just wasn't happening. (I slept until about 3 on and off--what's funny is that Sean actually got up about 1 or so, and wound up getting sucked back in because *I* was so lazy.) I thought at the time (3, when I got up) that if I didn't get up then, I'd be in trouble and be up all night, but all I really wanted (even at 3) was to go back to sleep. Maybe I should have just gotten the sleep while I could.

So I feel like I have all this stuff to do, even though I'm sure it's manageable; it just seems overwhelming at the moment (thanks Michelle, *grin*). I have several contracts I need to get done for my drafting class, as I fell behind since I was ill. (Allergies and asthma--asthma, which I've never been told I have before. Not the stereotypical symptoms.) Also there are all the little things I need to do, like the laundry, and clean the apartment, and vacuum, and do the dishes, and go to the grocery store... Sigh. And what I want to be doing is writing some poetry, and attempting another short story, and doing a few sketches, but if I stop to do any of that I feel guilty because I haven't done the contracts, or my reading for my other classes, or the dishes, or the laundry... So anyway, I'm going to see if I can leave work a little early today, and I might just skip my afternoon class (not that I need an absence in there exactly, but it might help overall if I can get some other stuff done).

Sean is, as always, a total sweetie. It's a little sad, because I didn't get to see him last night, and it doesn't seem I'll be able to see him tonight (!), and he really is such a calming influence in my life that I'll miss him. It's funny, too, because it's not as if it was that long ago that I really did have a life entirely without him, and while I know very well that I still *could*, I can't ever imagine wanting to.

And now I suppose I should get back to worrying about all the stuff I need to get done, which I can't get done until I can leave work in several hours. And I suppose I might want to do some work in there somewhere, too, since I am, you know, at work.

I'll entertain you kids more later...

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