Busy, busy, busy. So much to do, so little time.

I could say that I’ve been doing heaps, but the truth is? I haven’t. I’ve been stalling, treading water, standing still. It can’t continue. I have too much to do, and I can’t keep juggling everything the way that I have been. So, basically… I have to stop procrastinating, and actually get off my butt and do stuff.

Heh, I know. It’s an odd concept.

I’m studying for a test next Friday, writing a 2,500 word short story that’s due on Monday, and I plan on critiquing a few pieces of work on WB this evening. Reading blogs has fallen by the wayside, but I hope to catch up on the weekend. It can be done, so long as I actually do stuff instead of sitting around aimlessly.

I have a job, for the moment. I start bright and early on Monday morning.

Life isn’t dull or gloomy right now. It has been illuminated – however briefly – and I’m happy, content even. I have my driving test on the 15th, and I’m nervous but I’m not panicking. My room is semi-clean, and things are slowly being organised and shuffled into places I will actually keep them. Seriously, organised.

And, I plan to start writing again, starting tonight. I’ve missed it.