these days (a.k.a. the last four to five weeks of the semester)...
I eat twizzlers while grading to avoid taking up smoking.
I don't get my hair cut.
I don't go to the grocery store;
therefore, I don't cook;
therefore, I don't eat "real" food.
I lean on sugar...heavily...to get me through each day. (It's gross).
I don't return phone calls.
I try to keep track of what the various stacks in my office actually mean.
I start thinking ahead to all of the things that I'm going to do "right" next semester.
I do the dishes (which really only consist of cereal bowls because there is no cooking going on) every few days.
I stare obsessively at the pages of my planner, as if suddenly an additional block of time will appear...or maybe a whole additional day of the week.
I see my exam date becoming further out of my reach (again).
I go back and forth on how many days I can actually allow myself to travel for thanksgiving.
I contemplate how I can get through to the next semester with my limited clothing supply, seeing as I can't seem to make it to the dry cleaners, and most my other laundry piles up while the occasional load I do manage to throw in often sits in the dryer for days at a time.
I write lists, thinking that will somehow make sense out of the chaos that is my life these days.