i’ve shape-shifted from usual supergenius, to Superadultresponsiblegirl. SARG, as i like to call her, has had her ass kicked this week with busy business of being busy. work has come and made me its bitch, and now i bow before the mighty dollar. it’s tough when you work in a job that’s sort of cyclical because there’s all that ramp up time, and then the OHMYGODALLHELLISBREAKINGLOOSE because we have a deadline that’s RIGHTNOW time. can you guess which time i’m in?

it’s stressful and tons of work, but i have to admit i sort of dig it a lot. i like freakout deadlines. i love it. it’s like the olden days when i was a reporter and their was breaking news. nothing quite gets your blood pumping like the impossible deadline. because i love doing the impossible and amazing everyone. it’s the superhero in me, sometimes it cannot be repressed.

but what i don’t like when SARG comes takes over is she sort of pushes out creative side of supergenius. i miss reflection. i have no time for reflection or thinking, just doing. and there’s so much i want to reflect about and it’s building up inside in that really icky way that means sleep is becoming something i dream about. i didn’t sleep much last night, and the way this weekend and the rest of the next few weeks are going, i’m not going to sleep until at least august.

but perhaps, with all the not sleeping, there will be time for reflection.