I have bitten off more than I can chew.
I am in a play that has been extended several times. That means rehearsals several times a week for months now. I have agreed to help that production company with their web updates. I also have my own website to update (hell, I have to complete it first). I also book bands at a local club which takes my Sundays. I also am writing several scripts of various lengths which my company will produce. I am building a film studio in a Brooklyn warehouse space. I have a day job at a bank. I am a social addict - I go out alot. I stay up late. I love video games - they are now so large they typically take 40-60 hours to beat. I’m single and looking. I spin records 2 or 3 times a month at least (12 hour nights). I have to do laundry thrice a week (costumes/work clothes/play clothes). I go to auditions. I love the SDMB - I want to go back and finish so many threads (especially in GD) - but lack the time to do the research/math to make a proper showing. I am scouting real estate for a friend who would like to purchase a bar in Manhattan (which I may ultimately manage!). Tons o stuff going on here.
An average of 4 hours of sleep a day.
A lonely cat.
A bunch of half-finished projects.
A large pile of laundry.
A large pile of paerwork.
A hunched back.
E-Mails not sent.
A growing sense of frustration.
A desire to take Provigil - such wonderful sweetness that would be!)
Of course, I’ve never been happier. I just wish there were more usefull hours in a day. I want to give all of these things I love the attention they deserve. Instead, they all get just a little love before I have to move onto something else. If I were a Sim my meters would be way down right now. Sleep is a luxury. How’d we get there? (add to the list of results: “referring to myself as we”). I apologize for the incomplete threads and unresponded to emails where applicable. I’ll get to em some day.