Is Exhaustion Physical or Mental?

Oh man am I tired.

Let's quickly recap the week: Monday I worked from 8-5 on my History paper - outlining the convict society in the earliest days of New South Wales. From 6:30-9:45 we researched and put together our group project for History, on William George Taylor and the Sydney Central Methodist Mission. I went to bed right around midnight, completely mentally drained.

Tuesday I woke up around nine, did my devotions, and by ten was editing my paper - which had been 300 words over the limit. Then I wrote my short essay for the group project. Then I kept the kids (who had the day off school for the Melbourne Cup - why they get off for a horse race don't ask me...) out of Becky and Jeremiah's hair while they finished their papers. Then I made lunch and got set up for our presentation. That went well, and then I went to Coburg to return the library books I'd gotten out for our group project. I came back and started on dinner - single-handedly making spaghetti and meat sauce (OK, Scott actually cooked the meat) and corn on the cob. Halfway through that, Jocylin comes to tell me that our group church report for Christianity and Postmodernism is not in fact done, and I need to come write a conclusion. So I go over and type the whole thing up in about 15 minutes, while e-mailing back and forth with her about what we need to include in it. Then we have class, and then Jeremiah Ellen Becky and Michelle and I had hot chocolate adn then I went to bed.

I got up Wednesday and mucked about for a while because I didn't want to to any work... But by 2:30 I was in full swing with our group project for Life in the City - we were suppoesd to canvas the business aspect of the city - retail, rural, commercial, corporate, international, intellectual, small, independent... the list goes on - and give a report on where Melbourne is currently and what we think they need to do for the future. I did that for most of the afternoon. I went downtown to sneak into the last couple minutes of evensong, and then Michelle and I went to eat - at a vegetarian restaurant on Lygon street, where I had Onion Quinoa with the most amazing mushrooms :-) - and then to Starbucks to work on our IS. We came back and watched the Butterfly Effect with Jeremiah - Ellen started it but didn't finish it with us.

Today I got up and showered and went to class, and we gave our presentation, which went infinitely better than I thought it would as of a week ago. Then I laid on the floor of my flat and colored and listened to the spring concert on Becky's iPod. We had lunch with Tucker's parents who got here today, and then I took a nap :-) Ellen and I rollerbladed for a while and then came back and I played some tennis with Jeremiah and then the three of us went and made pizza and chips and salad with Becky and Michelle. Then we had Australian Lit, and then we all sat around and talked for a couple hours.

Anyways, we are going to Tasmania in approximately four hours... I can't decide if I want to sleep or not. But next week I have another three papers due, and three more the week after that. And one more after classes are over. I thought I was mostly done with school for the semester, but this is clearly not the case. However, in a positive note, I'm not really that stressed about it - just tired.

In my postmodernism reading for last week, there was a section about right v. left brained people. I forget which is which, but I'm definitely the one who thinks more in visual terms instead of cold hard analytical. I can do that, but I think more in visual terms. Example: I write my papers by imagining myself writing them. I don't know if that makes sense, but what happens is I see myself sitting at my computer and making some great point as I write (whether or not it is actually great...) and I then physically sit and write until I get to that point. It's not like I have a detailed logical argument and outline at all. That makes me sick.

I'll maybe put up other observations about that later, but Jeremiah and Ellen and I are going to fall asleep in front of Toy Story in the student center, and then get up and shower in the morning. It took me all of 5 minutes to pack, it was great.

Come to Tasmania, Come to Tasmania, Come to Tasmania-
WE MEAN YOU!