Blending

The days have blended into each other and the nights have strung out as much as they can. My mondays have become Thursdays, my Fridays have become Tuesdays and every other day is an exact replica of the other. I no longer categorise the week into days, the weeks have turned into what I have next, what do I have due next, when am I working next, when am I at university next. What is a Friday night? What is Friday to me? It doesn't exist. I wake every morning, pondering firstly what day it is and secondly what do I have to do today.

I run by hours, minutes and seconds, not socially defined 'breaks' within intervals of 24 hours. I run by the things I have to do, not the things I am looking forward to. It has all become a blur, a never ending cycle of things to do.

Let my mind reach solitude, let my body reach peace. My brain is a source of constant activity and my body is exhausting itself. I need rest.