Agh! My English literature class is going to be the death of me this semester. It's my favorite class, but it's a lot of work. Combine that workload with everything else, and I'm one busy dude. I have a photography portfolio to put together, a collection of poems and essays to compile (for scholarship purposes), a district acting competition this weekend, a big musical (Fiddler on the Roof) starting next week, and just regular schoolwork. I've also been drafted to draw a couple of my teachers for the yearbook. I have no time to do the things that bring me the most joy.

Why am I writing this on the internet? I should be working!

Help.