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My god, that feels weird. Also? Only 13 more weeks left in this semester! Hurrah! I’ve become a bit eh about school, a bit burned out. I think part of the problem is that, last semester, I focused entirely on it, and let everything else in my life fall into disrepair. Cleaning? No time, have to study! Cooking? But I’ve been out of the house all day! My marriage? You know I’ve got to get As to get into nursing school! Best friend? I can’t hang out, I’ve got a quiz tomorrow and a test on Wednesday!

And so on. And so on. And so on.

So, to paint a clearer picture of my life at the moment: my house is more of a wreck than it ever has been, my eating habits have returned to process crap, I’ve gained back all the weight that I lost last year, plus 7 pounds, my marriage hit the roughest patch ever (but we’re working on it, and are quite happy at the moment), and I rarely talk to my best female friend anymore.

And that 6-week break I had between semesters? I was so tired from last semester that I did…well, practically nothing. The entire time. It’s not something I’m proud of.

Anyway, I’m taking two classes this semester, and I’m trying to figure out a way to balance that and also get my life back in order, because, frankly, it can’t go on like this. And so, somehow, I’ve decided that I’m going to write on here every single day this month. Not because I’m a glutton for punishment, but because I really do feel better when I’m able to write. So…that’s the plan.

And with that, I think it’s time for me to shower and head to my parents’ house for a Super Bowl party. But just between you and me? I’m really only going so that I can watch the special episode of The Office on the more-gigantic-than-ever-would-be-necessary television that my father owns. Oh, and to cheer on whichever team no one else in the room is supporting. Which I think will be…the Steelers?