blarg

Sitting in this room is like sitting surrounded by repressive reminders of responsibility.
(hehe lots of R's)
I know all of the things I need to be doing/ need to already have done, and yet all I can force myself to do is read old emails and blog useless blogs.
At least its snowing.
I am overwhelmed by the sheer force of things that need to be done. Things I meant to do a long time ago. Things I havent even started yet, but keep pilling on the heap. Essays to write, math to do, podcasts to write then record, scarves to crotchet, books to read, research to do.
When will it end?
Even if, by some miracle, I manage to graduate, then I still have scholarships to win and then move of a lifetime. Enter college, stage left. Another 3 years of my life. More school, find a job, move through the ranks.
This is life I suppose. This constant struggle for "improvement" which we will never truely achieve. There will always be more to learn, a better paying job, something else to try and make you happy.
We are not a race built for contentment, just disappointment.