My blood pressure has been up lately. Rising, sloshing, boiling. It's safe to say that one can't operate on mere fumes for a sustained period of time. Desperately needing a reprise from the churn, but can't seem to see any end in sight.
Work/school balance has left little ration for life. I keep saying that I'll start living next year. That both depresses and excites me. I'll be a better everything next year. A better friend, better wife, better writer, better reader, better penpal...and on and on and on.
I wish I had one of those Adam Sandler fast forward life remotes. Of course, I didn't see the movie so I never learned the morals/repercussions of ffwding one's life. If not the remote, then can I get a little Christopher Walken?
Thinking about each and every one of you often,