Can someone please remind me to stop doing so much stuff?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: there are just not nearly enough hours in the day to get done all the things I want to get done. Let alone to get in anything even resembling relaxation! It seems like every weekend I tell myself that I’m going to just spend a chill weekend at home, doing some vegging out and some organizing1 and every weekend I get invited to do something awesome and, combined with a hockey game or two, suddenly it’s Monday morning again and I’m exhausted but facing a full week of busy, busy work. Not to mention all the things I try to do after work – CIHR applications, writing reference letters, teaching, blogging, running2, sometimes Wednesday hockey games, actually hanging out with friends – which means I never seem to get to bed before midnight, and then I’m back up at 6:30 a.m., progressively more and more exhausted each day.
This weekend is no exception – I’m still exhausted from being away last weekend plus a busy week (tonight is the first night I’ve actually spent entirely at home since Feb 9), yet I had several awesome invites for stuff to do on Friday and Saturday and then I have two hockey games on Sunday. And then it’s Monday again.
Can someone please remind me to just stay in next weekend?
- you know, like doing laundry, tidying, getting groceries, cooking food for the upcoming week, etc. [↩]
- though I have to admit that my running has been non-existant the last couple of weeks [↩]
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Stop doing so much stuff. Seriously. It’s bad for you and you have no one to blame but yourself.
Okay, that sounded way harsher than it was supposed to. Please chalk it down to me being stupid enough to attempt to comment on things past 3am.
I would tell you to stop, but I too am afflicted with the same disorder. I like to call it “I’m an idiot that never says no”-itis. Or something far more clever (I’m too tired to be clever right now). Apparently we thrive in a self-destructive state. Take for example the amount of time (minutes) I have slept this week in order to cram in everything that I want to do:
S 255
M 253
T 247
W 258
T 200
Total=1213
Or 242.6 minutes per day; a whopping 4 hours and 2.6 minutes per night. Um, ya, how stupid am I? But despite this, I don’t feel bad because I’ve managed to do so much, and still have some fun.
You’ll be happy to know that I’m going to go home for a nap soon.
@Dan: that borders on unhealthy because that is nowhere near enough sleep for a growing boy like you. 🙂
Dude, have you *seen* tomorrow’s forecast? How can you *not* come snowshoeing?!
Second Captcha word is all in Greek symbols, btw
My Captcha still hates you? Stupid Captcha!!
And I know, I know – I totally suck not coming snowshoeing tomorrow, on what looks to be the best snowshoeing day in the history of snowshoeing! But I seriously think I might literally die of exhaustion if I do. Like literally literally. Like you’ll say “It’s a nice sunny day for a funeral!”