Divisions and Precisions

So tired...

I don't know if this is me getting used to the new job, or what, but I have been perpetually tired for a while now. Not just physically tired, but brain-tired. I'm starting to get a little worried that I won't be able to handle school and my job both, but I just keep telling myself that I've only been working for two weeks, and that's not nearly enough time for me to get used to working eight hour days yet.

I'm not horrifically behind in my schoolwork yet, but I'm getting tired of everything being a struggle. Right now, I'm sitting here trying to gear up to do some revisions on a paper that was due yesterday. I'm mostly behind in my reading for my Brit lit class--again, not unthinkably behind, but behind enough that it bothers me. The biggest problem I'm having right now is just physically dragging myself to my classes.

NaNoWriMo? Ha! I think I'm about 10,000 words behind at this point. I haven't written a word since Friday night, when I crossed the 19,000 word mark. Catching up isn't an utter impossibility at this point--if I can just get up the energy to start writing again.

I slept all day on Saturday. I mean ALL DAY. I got out of bed at 9-ish, planning to go write and then go visit my mom, then write some more. Instead I came and sat on the couch, and proceeded to nap (sitting up) until about 4 in the afternoon. Then I went to bed early, like 10 and slept until 8-ish. Fairly certain I napped that afternoon too. I'm about to start checking the house for tsetse flies.

And then there's a little voice that whispers that it might be time to go to the doctor, to rule out fun physiological causes. I will, I promise, as soon as I get my new insurance card.

(Edit to update: 12,000 words behind. Yeesh.)