get to the end of January with *a place to stay*, all the work done, and possibly enjoy and take advantage of what happens in the meanwhile

I got to mid-February with all the work done, no place to stay yet, and I’ve tried to enjoy and take advantage of what happened in the meanwhile (which, working 12 hours a day for weeks, should be a frigging achievement).

But then, C. is coming tomorrow, I’m surfing as elegantly as possible the tidal wave of work that rolled over me, and I’m browsing through job ads in the Netherlands. Some of them really look like me.

The future looks bright.

I
Am
Almost
Done
With
It

And seemingly the little island I was writing about hasn’t been inundated in the meanwhile, which is more than one could hope, given the huge amount of cursing it received in the last month.
I, on the other hand, look like a victim of some major catastrophe.

Must
Sleep

... has been anticipated to FRIDAY!

So WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE?!

... workwise, but now I have to look for a place to stay too.
Or maybe just take a leap and move to the Netherlands.
I’m very sad today, after a very crappy day, but this is a pivotal moment and I know I have to stay focused. And possibly enjoy all the blessings I have in my life now.

... really poorly on this.
And the deadline is getting closer.
And the jet-lag is still killing me.

Booo :(

(well, I’m doing better on the “enjoying” part… it’s the “getting job done” bit that scares me)

I got anxious over my savings, and accepted a freelance job—an e-learning project I have to write completely on my own. And from scratch, since there’s not even a structure.
In the meanwhile my boss doubled my tasks at work, so that I’m usually wasted by 5pm. And my finances are doing OK right now, possibly because I haven’t time anymore for spending money—oh, sweet irony!

So, now… I can’t give up the freelancing gig. I can’t work during weekdays because I’m literally drained. I’m considering bringing my laptop to New Orleans so that I can work there (some tutoring on the most idiotic ways to express senses of guilt, anyone?). And in the meanwhile I’m postponing my e-mail to a company that contacted me from the Netherlands for a technical writer vacancy. Because I don’t feel good enough, of course.

Is there any button to push when you must ask for help from yourself?