I had class this morning...Saturday morning...and came home four hours later with every intention of getting right back to work after lunch. And I did...I got a full 1.5 hours in, but not a single thing was actually absorbed. I'm pretty sure I officially hit the wall, so I decided to close up shop for awhile and go out on a run. I was feeling pretty good, minus being spooked by a snake that slithered across the sidewalk on my way home.
And then, the itching started. Oh, the itching! First, my neck turned bright red. Then my stomach. I looked at my arms and saw little red welts forming from my wrists to shoulders. My legs were bright red; and as if that wasn't enough, when I looked in the mirror, my eyes were bright red; I look like I had either re-watched the last episode of LOST or had spent some time at Saturday Market with the rest of the hippies. I took out my contacts and jumped into a cold shower, trying desperately to scrub the likely culprit off me. Stupid pollen...well, can't say that run didn't wake me up.
I'm still trying to find that balance of work and down time. I don't wanna burn out too early, and I feel like I got dangerously close to that this week. I would preferably like to keep any emotional breakdowns to midway through the bar prep process, not right before the start of the third week.
...I know my goal should probably be to avoid the emotional breakdown all together, but let's be honest here. There will be one day where I'll be in the middle of writing a con law essay, forget what level of scrutiny is used in evaluating substantive due process claims, and burst into tears. It'll probably end looking something like this:
Here's to hoping that I can get a little more work done tomorrow...after I get a little more sleep.
Mmmm, sleeeeeeeep...
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