Run, Forrest, Run!

Being extremely pissed off before my last meeting today, I started thinking about what it really is I occupy my time with. Today, for example:

7.00 Wake up, empty the dishwasher, shower, eat, pack, glue my face on, let out a deep sigh. Almost forgot, brush my teeth!

8.30 Scrape. The. Goddamn. Windows. Of. The. Car

9-15 Work, work, workity work. Lots of running since it's monday. Of course the printers failed on us, and since it's Monday, a kid hurled right on/by/below the desk. A lot. The stench didn't leave us for a few hours even though we used Pinesoap (The Heavyweight Champion of soaps). Of course, my sense of smell is a bit more sensitive than other people's and I can't smell puke without almost puking myself. Neither can I stand the smell of yoghurt, which was apparently what the kid had eaten before turning his bowels on us. Here's a tip kiddo: 2 litres of yoghurt in one morning might do that to you.

15-15.35 running to the trainstation, buying tickets, getting on the train to Turku.

17-17.50 Walking 20 minutes to Mom and Dad, washing up, eating a banana, changing, improving the war-paint, cursing my stupidity for joining the Mentor-program.

18.00-19.25 At the university, meeting my mentor while everyone else in the program was doing the same. She seems really nice and it was a lot of fun talking to her. Lots of experience, very clever and all in all just a well put-together woman. Free cheese and wine!

20-> At Mom and Dad's place. Trying to read through a thesis I'm supposed to be 1/2 of the evaluation team for tomorrow. I know, I suck at doing stuff in time. Voxing while I pretend to read.

I'll probably get to sleep at around 11-12, or at least that's when I'll say "screw this" and leave the computer.

Of course, not all of my days look like this, but there's a lot scheduled in to these days. And to picture I'm supposed to at least double the workload when I kick my own writing into high gear. Which, by the way, should happen by christmas at the very latest. Which means I should have The Interviews done by then. Which means I should arrange lots and lots more spare time for myself to actually do the interviews. And write them down from the tape.

Crap. I need a caffeine i.v. over here, stat!