About this business of being me.

I've been struggling recently to balance things. I love my work... even though I feel like I am there way too much-- but, it's homework, sleep, and school that I feel so overwhelmed about. Much of it probably has to do with the fact that I seem to have alltogether too much homework. I mean, yes, I'm in graduate school and all, but I am working pretty hard. Harder, I think than I needed to work last year, though, this would make good sense, since I'm a year and a half into graduate school, and I guess it should be harder.

Work. Work is blissful. I often find myself saying outloud, "Ha, and I'm getting paid to be this entertained." The kids in the dorm at the arts high continuously delight me. They're so talented, so funny, so damn cute. I love them. I love my job-- even though I work weird hours and will never meet anyone because I work when people my age socialize... whatever. You can't have it all, right?

My roommate is in love. I'm happy for her. Now, if only I could join the ranks. (though, I'm working on it-- match.com, baby!)

If anyone has any tips on how to make a dog sleep, I could use them. Mine doesn't seem to want to sleep when I need to (in the middle of the day). Has anyone ever drugged their dog (safely) to sleep??

Hey. I'm going to San Francisco to visit Elliot in not that long. Yay for me. Yay for Elliot. Yay for San Francisco. Now, if I can just figure out how I feel about the last three things that I just mentioned, everything will be good. :) ah, vagueness and gray areas are always the most exciting (or scary, I'm not sure which).