October is a special month

Standing on a table is a completely normal thing to do.

Today, I'm feeling a little over-extended.

I'm behind on much of my reading. I have a ever-growing sleep debt. Work is really busy. And I keep getting pinged by small to-do things (respond to this email, call these people, do this do that ping ping ping). And on top of all this is the ever-more looming process of graduate applications.

And I actually have a life. With people I like being with, doing things I like doing.

There aren't enough hours in the day. There just aren't. Something's gotta give.

When I'm stressed, I get the urge to do one of two things: 1. Stand on top of something or 2. hide underneath something. So, I stand on tables, on my bed, on couches. I hide under desks, blankets and tables. When I'm really really stressed, I have the urge to stand on my bed with my blanket over my head. It weirds my roommates out.

I just want to hide. It's the coward in me. I know my life is awesome. It is. I love my life and my friends and I am so so grateful for the opportunities that I have. But I'd like to take a few hours and get a good nap, lounge about in bed maybe even read something frivolous and slightly smutty. Or paint. I haven't had the time to paint in over a year.

But I'm not going to do those things. Coward, be gone. I'm gonna work through my to-do list, being as productive as possible so maybe, in the (hopefully near) future, I can nap and paint and stuff without being a guilty shirker.

I think I'm going to be spending some time standing on tables.

EDIT: I realize that I'm using my blog as a cowardly escape/ I'm not helping my "I need more time" plight by blogging. I know. I know.