Under Pressure.

I think I've bitten off way more than I can chew. Its starting to take a toll on my little heart. My very fragile, A.D.D heart. I can't focus enough on one emotion, nor do I envelop the capability of not taking one's words too harshly. I'm a sensitive little panda and this shit's tough. I have filled my schedule up wayyy too much. Lets take a gander at the weeks to come. For just this weekend I have:

Thursday- Class from 10am-2:15pm. Drive to Redlands. Circus rehearsal 5pm-9pm. Pick up Harvest tickets. Drive to Fullerton. Meet with study group. Spend a second with Jon, in between his guitar time.
Friday- Wake up. Drive to Redlands. Work until 6pm. Start 50/50 clowning. Crew show from 7pm until 10. Go home. Sleep.
Saturday- Wake up at 7. Work at 8 until 4. Go straight to the Y. Crew show from 5pm until 8pm. Go home. Sleep.
Sunday- Wake up at 6:30. Work at 7:30 until 2:00. Go to the Y. Crew show from 3pm until 6pm. Find time to see my mother since it is MOTHER'S DAY for shit's sake! Figure out how to get back to Fullerton. Finish Honors paper. Finish AMST paper. Start Soc paper.
Monday... I think you get the point?
This show and work continues on until the end of May.
I'm going to be under the radar for just a bit.
If you need me, call. I'll try to answer.