I'm tired. Also sick.

And I can't seem to get better. I think I am finally getting the hang of my new gig, which is wonderful. It doesn't seem as overwhelming as it did for a while. Still, I blame this lingering cold on the relative lack of downtime I've had in recent months. I suspect my body is enforcing Operation Chill the Hell Out You Freakin' Lunatic.

Oh, and the writing has suffered. School, even three days a week of school, leaves me feeling beaten and left for dead. It's my own damn fault for wanting to be UberSpanish TeacherLady who turns herself into a one-woman circus for three hours a day. She sings, she dances, she draws silly pictures, all in an effort never to engage her students in that forbidden language, English.

But being a professor is more than showing up with corduroy patches on your elbows and smoking a pipe while shaping young minds. You also have to publish and...dunt dunt DUNNNNNNNNNNN...serve on Important Committees (insert B-movie scream here)! The days I teach, I'm good for little else. The other days, I'm gearing up for the days I teach, or serving on an Important Committee, or playing the requisite number of hours of video games to unwind from having written that book I wrote. DID I MENTION I WROTE A BOOK THIS YEAR? Yeah, I wrote a book. Don't get all excited or anything. It's nothing that more than a handful of incredibly tweed-ridden people will ever read. Still, that shit will TIRE your ass OUT.

In conclusion, last-into-this year, I:

wrote a book
graduated (sort of)
changed states
intensified my relationship
started a career.

My point, I guess, is that I'm tired. Maybe tireder than ever, and perhaps even tireder than most. Cough.