For Once, I've Got Nothing To Say

In many ways, this is new for me.
And yet, it also seems rather familiar.

I am at a point where, well, I don't know which way to go. And that means I'm doing a lot of floating about (instead of swimming - you know how these sayings go).
Which is fine, for a week. Much more than that, and I feel absolutely bonkers.

But, somehow, I am still in that spot, and hoping for the best.
We need to move. I need to find employment. I'm getting to the point in my studies where I normally give up. The cleaning situation has gotten out of hand (as in not done) and a bit ridiculous. 

Floating, not swimming.

And which path do I take my efforts? To our home, a new home, or the "learning", or the employment. Or all four? Knowing me and trying to do all four, though, is not a good option.

Either way, I see where I am, and I don't know quite where to focus...so I haven't been focusing.

Well, the time to dawdle has passed. It really is a matter of getting EVERYTHING done. As horrible as that may sound to me, that cannot be a factor.
Instead, a motivation - get a ton done, and have time left for something fun in the evening.

...I'm rambling.
Take this - while we may not nearly be as tense as we used to be, we are now instead listless and foggy.
And it is not an improvement.

~Havok