Sincerest apologies

First of all, thanks to those who have been dealing with me the last few days.

Second, I hate this mostly because I feel as if I am acting like a drama queen. I'm not like that at all. I'm just a little down on my luck, that's all.

So I really can't believe Saturday has had me thrown for a constant loop. It didn't help that the first song randomly shuffled Sunday morning was "Bad Day" by Daniel Powter. Immediately, I laughed out lout (you know, lol) and said to myself that it was such a fitting song. I hope no one was near me because they probably thought I was crazy for talking to myself. Whatevs. But things have just been a little rough, and it's all me. I've read my stories with a closer eye...which is bad mostly because I am my own worst critic. However, in turn, I haven't been the happy-go-lucky character I've been since joining the DE. I've been short-tempered and snippy. And a smartass. I'd probably say if I was an outsider looking in, I'd call myself a jerk.

I'm just trying to find a happy medium in life. School, work and being social is starting to wear on me. Things aren't really easy when you're knocking out 19 stories in 10 work days. Not to mention newspaper blogs, my sports blog, this blog, the videos and audio work I've been doing. I'm doing a lot. I'm trying to do a lot. I want to do a lot. But when is a lot too much. When does it turn into overworking yourself. I've had several friends and co-workers warn be about the potential of me burning myself out.

This weekend will likely be the biggest test for me this semester. Not like that is any different from the last two weeks. We're talking about traveling to Chicago to cover SIU men's basketball. Then finding a way to do a softball story, which is very necessary seeing that they are the No. 24 ranked team in the country. Then I've got to figure out who's covering women's golf and women's tennis ... which this busy body hasn't even budgeted season preview stories for.

All this without my assistant editor, who is taking vacation days Saturday and Sunday ... which couldn't be a worse time from my point of view ... and the possibility of training a newcomer all wrapped in one. Add the mental mess I've gotten myself into as I dissect every move I make in and out of the newsroom and finding myself in a Plaxident doesn't sound like a terrible idea.

Joking.

I plan on figuring it out soon. I recenlty ranted on this here blog about my surroundings and how the people I've spent the last three semesters with have helped me get through tougher times. They've already started rallying around me and I appreciate it. And while my head feels gloom and doom, my heart feels as if help is on the way.

And I think that's all that matters.