I'm just going to go ahead and say it

I cannot believe that we are officially nearing the end of 2012.

Three months to go until the new year, three months into which I can't even imagine squeezing all the things I still need to do.

And yet, despite how busy the next 12 weeks or so are going to be, I'm feeling relieved we've hit the final slide. I won't be sorry to see the end of 2012. Sure, there have been some amazing times, but mostly what I'll remember about his year is spending far too much time at my desk, feeling stressed out and chasing deadlines every five minutes or so.

I feel like I need to do something about the whole situation. Sure October to December is, if anything, the busiest time of our work year (which doesn't bode well for my sleeping patterns), but I really can't keep going the way I have been going lately. I fear I am in danger of leading a very, very small life if things continue in the same vein. It may be idealistic to imagine life should be anything more than work, gym, sleep (repeat) for the greater portion of the time, but hey, I'll just be idealistic then. I've had worse labels, I'm sure.

Besides, it's summer now, officially. Which means the days are longer. Which means I may have time to be a worklaholic, an alcoholic and a vaguely intersting human being.

Let's see.