It's finally time to sleep. I can't believe what sort of jam I've gotten myself into: 2 ten page papers to finish by Monday, an exam on Monday, a regatta Friday and Saturday, new registrations and payroll to finish tomorrow, and it looks like I'm not going to have anyone to teach the full classes this weekend so I'll be backing out of the Saturday races to teach sailing from 9-6 on Saturday and Sunday, only to come home and get back into answering emails and trying to finish my homework. I seriously don't think that there are enough hours between now and when everything needs to be finished for this to happen. Since I haven't slept for any substantial amount of time for the last couple of days, it's time to pass out and hope for a bit of mental clarity in the morning to start some serious time management. I'd hoped this blog wouldn't become a vent for inarticulate bitch-fests, but tonight, being one of those nights when I contract Turrets and grumble obscenities under my breath uncontrollably, it seems this may be the only appropriate outlet. Wish me luck.

Peaches - I Don't Give A ....wma