God damn, I am too lazy for my own good. It took me forever to get myself to work out today, I'm taking absolutely forever with that transcription of all my interviews from CPL last weekend, and Sarah's totally flaked out on me twice. I'm only sleeping 7-hour nights, so that means I'm awake 17 hours a day. And I feel like I'm accomplishing next to nothing, which is really disconcerting because I know I've got a lot of shit to get done in the next two weeks. One of those weeks is already occupied, so I count six remaining empty weekdays until I'm due in Austin. It seems like there are a ton of little things I've still got to add to my to-do list, so I'm going to get down there with a bunch of stuff that's not done here and it'll be total chaos.
Maybe I really am stressed after all.