I am exhausted. I just spent a ridiculous amount of hours on ridiculous amounts of homework. I am so lost in my French class...very worried. If Josh wasn't in higher level French, I don't know what I would do. Anyway, I've been working all day, writing and re-writing all kinds of notes and essays...now it's my turn. I was generating more ideas for my novel earlier, but, of course, I had to push them aside until my work was done. And now here it is after eleven and I have an 8:40 tomorrow; doesn't look like I'll be doing much (if any) writing tonight. Even if I somehow don't end up doing anything in writing, I owe it to a lot of people to write a book. Hell, I was given the senior suplurative most likely to become an author, so why the hell not? I don't even know how word got out, but I think that's about the only way Saguaro knew me--the writer. I think I just get confused about what I'm doing; I feel torn with the limited time I have--only so much to spend on work, on papers, with family, sleeping, grooming, eating, those horrible acts that waste our time. Oh well. Such is life. I just hope I'm using my time to my advantage because, to tell you the truth, I don't know what I should be working towards right now. I'm just going about my business, day by day, pushing for good grades while worrying about how I'm going to "get involved", get money for school, get published. It's so early into the semester and I'm already being pounded, how much worse is it going to get? Am I going to be able to give a good chunk of time away to direct my play in March? That, I am most afraid for at the moment. One day at a time...always one day at a time. Carrie