Stop the traffic!

Right now, I'd want to curl up into a ball, cover my eyes with my paws, and not look the amount of work piled high in front of me.

But what I need to do is this- support my eyes with toothpicks, grin and bear with my trapezius triggers, while I squeeze my brain juices from a drying-up oasis of my sahara-of-a-brain, while I claw against my keyboard, inserting far from profound thoughts into a cyber, non-existent worksheet. sigh.

For now, I shall be content with curling up into a ball and have some quiet time. That, and curl into a ball and zzz.

On another note, I think that having too high expectations of oneself is unhealthy.