"Well I guess it's finally Friday."

I'm in sort of funk. I don't know what it is. I've been so burnt out from this week, I'm ready to relax and start the week all over again. Only 6 more weeks of the never ending demands. For once I'd like to hike somewhere or camp out at a park for the afternoon and not have to worry about plowing through the 20 emails I get a day about job hunting, class assignments, setting up meetings, or graduate school advice. I spent at least 2 hours alone replying emails that I've neglected to write back yesterday. I would rather curl up in a chair and read instead of having to compulsively check for any updates in my inbox, phone, blogroll, or FB and Twitter feeds. This form of instant gratification of having to get things done in a "bam, bam, bam" sort of fashion is tiring. I feel bad for not replying if I'm more than 3 days late.

And while complaining about how computers own my life, I'm listlessly sitting here in the computer lab before work. It is also unfortunate that the people with extremely bad B.O. find their way next to me.