I had something happen last week that reminded me why this semester can't end soon enough.
A friend and I were trying to figure out when to get together over the summer. This would involve the purchasing of tickets, accommodations and so forth, in addition to coordination of schedules, etc. It was left to me to figure out when we'd get together.
I had to punt. My brain was so frazzled and scattered, I had trouble thinking two minutes in the future, let alone several weeks or months. I finally told my friend, "Look, you know when I'm available. Tell me when would be good for you."
We finally figured something out, and now it's done. I've now secured transportation, and there will be another weeklong episode of fun and general mayhem. But, man, getting to the point of decision was no fun. The last few weeks, I've been pulled so many ways and had so much on my mind that it's been like my mind's had a bruise on it, and it literally hurts to have to think. (Even about the simplest things. "Do I wanna go by the store after work? Aw, man, I don't know...")
I really gotta click it down a notch next year.