Hola, I'm back!

After a week of kind of blindly bumping into walls and the like, I have the weekend I need to recoup. Maybe even go to the gym, maybe? Ah, I need those endorphins released!

I feel slightly bad because I wasn't giving my all in anything this week. Classes, relationships, work, life. I was just on auto-pilot. I kind of feel bad about it -- but don't you just hit a wall sometimes? Everything is coming at you and you're stress-eating and freaking out and suddenly you can chip away some time for yourself, don't you take it? OK, so I did.

My assistant editor said, "You're gonna have that profile in next week, right?" as his subtle reminder that he sees me slacking.

"Of course," I said, trying not to look sheepish.

It's 80 percent done. I just haven't pulled the trigger in three days. Why? I can't really say. Just didn't. Yes, doing other work got in the way, but I could have made time to finish that last bit.

And from my latest epic which I will turn in on Halloween:

I hate him.

Every time I see him, smell him or see his indentation in the furniture, I want to slice his face. I want to rip open his gut and watch his entrails gurgle out of his soft belly.

My new migraines!

Apparently, I am so stressed out that I'm getting migraines again. With work, graduate school and occasional freelancing I'm stress-eating, not getting enough sleep and feeling so angry I could rip someone's arm off.

The last time I had migraines was during undergrad. When I look back, those were less stressful time -- well, not really, because they made me take math and physics. Now I just write and read, and that's not half as stressful. But the work is. The special project, too. OK, better stop, I feel another one coming on.

I'm working on the personal essay right now, and I realize they just make me all emotional and crazy. Apparently I have a lot of pain I haven't dealt with. Duh! I guess, in a highly dysfunctional way, I'm dealing with it.

Now, I have to go and get some sleep. Take care all of you!