The few weeks since my b-day{{1}} [[1]]Thanks for all the shoutouts friends![[1]] have been mildly uneventful in reality, but have been feeling like super-crazy-time.

And ever since DST, my biological clock has decided to start my day at 11:30am, no matter what time I go to sleep. Nothing bugs me more than going to sleep at a sane hour, and STILL waking up late. Sure it might only be a few hours before my ideal rise and shine (8:00a), but morning hours seem to have some kinda time compression.

Compiling extensive product comparison spreadsheets for hard drives, monitors, washing machines, dryers.

3 Personal website projects looming over my head, only one of which I’m actively working on.

Going through my paper inbox.

Slogging through my practically endless todo list (289 and counting)

All kinds of busy/paper work for my financial friends at the banks, student loan and retirement offiices{{2}}. [[2]]Thank god I didn’t have to do my taxes this year.[[2]]

Since I’ll be starting my first 9-5 in a few weeks, the pressure to get my act together increases with every day.