Drilling

I've been sitting in my lovely little windowless office for the last two hours and twenty minutes wanting nothing less than to take a very beautiful nap but the construction workers on the second floor directly below my desk have no intention of letting me have my way.

It's "spring forward" day. Which makes no sense to me as it is not going to be spring for another week. I think the whole idea sucks. What fool decided that it would be a good idea for almost everyone in the United States to lose an hour of sleep? It's almost as if this sadistic mo-fo wanted to see how many people he could get to go postal on the same day in March. I knew it was going to be a rough day when my alarm went off at 5:55 and even my dear little kitty didn't want to wake up.

But I digress...

School is really started to get sucky. Which is all my fault, of course, as I let myself get behind. Now I must do some serious butt kissing to get my professors to let me turn in last week's work late. I blame it all on the depression I've been going through lately. It's always obvious when my meds decide to take a shit on me and need to be increased, but this time it came way before I could get an appointment with the doctor. I go on Saturday, and hopefully he'll increase me and not change my wonderful cocktail that seems to keep me moderately sane.

Like all bipolar people, I go through my cycles of ups and downs. The ups totally rock. I get so much done! I can go days and days on minimal amounts of sleep, and my motivation never seems to end. Unfortunately, though, I'm in a crappy down spell and all I've wanted to do is sleep, sleep, sleep. So, as I try begrudgingly to get through this, I shall claim caffeine as my bffl and seriously crack open my books tonight. Wish me luck.