Between 15 credits of classes like A&P, 12-14 hours of work each week, and about as many hours of running in circles, little time is left for such inconsequential activities as sleeping and feeding. The good news is, I hear that life only gets more hectic from here on out. (If priorities don't change I could starve.) Just great. Food issues aside, the word simplicity suddenly sounds very appealing. Unfortunately there are no $30 cabins orWalden Ponds to be found, or I'd be tempted to go spend my own year camping in the woods actually writing, instead of wasting all 15 minutes of my free time on neatly typed ramblings. Maybe I'd even come up with something worth publishing. But then I don't know if I could handle the solitude -- silence that echoes until it is so unbearably loud that it drowns out your very thoughts and threatens to drive you mad. But then my schedule right now could do the same. Funny how that works. How noise or silence can make you crazy. Maybe I'm just doomed to insanity.
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