This past week has been pretty stressful. I was stressed about the work to be done, pulled an all-nighter, and ended up getting about 12/13 hours of sleep for the entire week. Now that I’ve had some wind-down time, I’m stressed with the anticipation of this upcoming week. I don’t think it’s going to get any better than the last week, and if anything, it will be worse.

I don’t think Ryan is helping the situation any either. I admit that I’m a little difficult to handle sometimes, and perhaps more so when I am stressed out, but he doesn’t seem to really understand what I am going through. We were going to go see I, Robot tonight, but I told him this afternoon that I couldn’t go anymore because of work. Now I’m at his place, trying to do work, but really lacking the discipline to get anywhere. I guess from his perspective, this was pretty selfish of me. At the same time, I wish that he could understand my desire to not do something that would take up 3 hours of my time that I could work. I wonder sometimes where our relationship is going; just feel torn sometimes. I suppose all relationships have that feeling every once in a while.