So the next time anyone tells you that your college years are some of the best of your life, know that they probably weren't doing it right.

Freshman year was NOTHING compared to these final 2 semesters. Between trying to find an internship and preventing myself from drowning in Intermediate Accounting, it's like I can't tell which end is up or if I'm sinking or swimming.

I'm either always studying, trying in vain to clean my apartment, or working. I have no time for anything else - no wonder I have no social life outside of my tiny online universe. And even then, not so much! Ugh! I feel pathetic and I have no control over it!

Because of having all of this on my plate, I had to put myself back on antidepressants because I was having a case of the blues/freakout fest to the n'th degree. Now THAT was a fun couple of weeks - trying to accomplish my work while my brain was re-sorting out its chemistry... what a blast. Shoot me. How my fiance put up with it is beyond my comprehension.

Soooo, this is the reason behind my lack of art, or lack of anything for that matter. I can't wait until Thanksgiving break, when I may actually be allowed to breathe. As I commented to one of our pharmacists, I actually like going to work now just because it's an 8 hour span where I don't have to think about anything else - just the pharmacy. But add to that fun mix that corporate has gone Genghis Khan on our asses, and if we get so much as 2 whispers from customers of being rude or unhelpful, we get canned - regardless if the customer was overreacting/malicious or not. The general public is the most vindictive animal in the kingdom, let me tell you.

Oh well. All I can do now is put on my swimmies and pray I don't drown.

~Eta