Have you ever gotten to a point where your brain is just so exhausted that you can't even think of one productive thing to say?  Yeah, that's where I'm at right now.  After having worked all day today and then done more school-ish work once I got home from non-school-ish work, my brain is just not functioning.  I've been sitting here on my couch for about an hour now, halfway watching television and halfway reading through the various news sites on the internet trying to figure out something interesting and semi-productive to talk about.  The problem is that I just haven't come up with anything.  Most of the things that I've found to say can be resolved or explained in a short paragraph and surely aren't worthy of an entire blog post.  This isn't something that really happens to me all of the time since I usually have my posts planned a few days ahead of time.  Today on the other hand, with school fast approaching and work at the store not slowing down as I had expected, is just a wash.  This morning when I woke up, I felt as though I had hardly slept at all, which therefore left me in a state of groggy tiredness all day long at work.  I did my best to shake it off, reminding myself that I was there to make some money and work hard, but my mental positive reinforcement didn't do much to convince my brain and body to wake themselves up.  I knew that today wouldn't be the kind of day where I could sit around and take a nap on the couch.  Rather, I had already committed myself to a coffeeshop get-together with some friends from school who had been gone out of town all summer long.  My beverage engagement required that I keep myself awake and not slack off on the couch once I finally arrived home and had a little bit of sustainance.  I had plenty of school work to get started on in preparation for the start of the semester that is soon approaching on the twenty-seventh of this month.  My professors for the semester are already sending emails with textbook suggestions and other materials for the first week of class, asking us to make sure to have purchased, read, and comprehended the first several chapters of our books.  That means homework ahead of time for the class, which therefore equals less relaxation and less sleep during last two weeks that we have before classes begin.  I am almost positive of the fact that I will already be burned out before the semester begins, because after all, I haven't gotten much of a chance to relax so far.  I should really commit myself to a day of napping before things get into full swing, but I keep on telling myself that a few more days of making decent money at work and then things will really calm down once the semester starts....pretty ironic, isn't it?

 In the mean time, I will keep myself focused on the fact that my fellowship money will hit my checking account in just a few days.  Of course I'm looking forward to getting the money, although I know that I won't really treat myself to anything when it does actually arrive.  I already have budgeted out my rent, insurance, and other bills for the semester, as well as a healthy chunk of my credit card bill going away in the first place.  Although my plans may seem overly practical to some people, they will be one hundred percent worthwhile in the long run...a fact that I will become aware of in the not too distant future when I got to see my credit card balance and see the number approaching the zero mark.