frenetic and fragmented

my life is not yet in ruins, but it sure seems like i might get there this semester.

i have been killing myself trying to do everything. every monday night i have a book review due for one of my grad classes. every monday night i am finishing the book review ten minutes before its due. that is not how i typically do it. when i was an undergrad, i did not turn anything in before proofreading and editing it. my good writing habits have gone by the wayside, and now all i can hope for is to turn in a "paper." however useless and rotten the writing is. i hate to put my professor through the agony of reading it. i don't want to read it, and i sure don't want anyone else to read it either.

oh, well. as much as i try to finish reading the books before the weekend, i just can't do it! this weekend there was u.i.l. competition, a birthday party and chuck-e-cheese, and (as if that weren't enough excitement!) we had to go buy a new washer. so, not only did i fall behind on the reading, i fell behind on the washing, too!

this afternoon, i took my little one to the doctor. of course, she is important and getting her back examined is a priority, since she took an awful fall from the swing set. however, my reading suffers. i think it's time i have the "we need to talk" talk with myself. grad classes are all at night. evening excursions are not working out for my girls and me. tonight my #1 girl almost burned something down--it's called our house! (yes, i'm exaggerating a little bit!) i'm getting this sinking feeling that this isn't going to work.

i have a presentation tomorrow on the heart of darkness. very appropriate.