My proverbial plate is so full (as is my 'tummy') that I don't know how I'm going to do everything that needs to get done. It would be helpful if my body weren't begging for a six month hibernation... yet, when it is time to sleep... nothing.
Perhaps it's time for me to take something off my plate, but what?
My slowly growing social life?
... it is the only thing not bound to financial responsibility right now... and I am naturally a hermit...
Do I dare increase the odds that I will end up as the eccentric old man living alone on the top of the hill? Would that be so bad, if bad at all? It has been a future I've always considered. Nikola Tesla is my hero, after all. It's too bad I'm not as brilliant as he.
I'm perhaps as crazy as Tesla.
Heh. Insane without the genius... ah man...
Oh well, as for right now, I'm going to go take a bubble bath in the dark (perhaps with some candles... oOo, sexay...) whilst I listen to Chopin's Mazurkas.
Moral of this Post: I think I'm in love with both Chopin and Tesla.