Burnt out as hell!

Wow, it begins...

Today, I've eaten a bagel in the car, a cookie and some sticks of celery in a meeting, and a cookie in class...I've also had tons of coffee and an Emergen-C drink. My body is angry with me.

I had an awesome time at my practicum yesterday...even got to distribute condoms! (The Catholic University student in me rejoices in any celebration of safe sex..) I met with my supervisor, who is this completely disheveled and wonderful woman who drew me a picture of the psyche river with the ego boat. I tried to go into my assigned office for Tuesdays, and I surprised the actual resident of the office. They're "working on it." Until then, I guess I'll see clients in a closet? After clients, I got in around 7pm...

Returned to this hellhole at 7 and am taking my first break of the day (hence the unhealthy food gulped in various locations) before my client arrives at 6:30. (Client, class, supervision, client, colloquium, clinic meeting, class...)

This journal is degenerating as exhaustion sets in. I feel like a prisoner...a perverted prisoner. I could escape at any time but I STAY ANYHOW.

Tomorrow's another 8am-9pm...blech!

I'm beginning to become fluent in the Notes in Community Mental Health. There is SO much paperwork to do...one of my functions as The Student is to do a lot of it...I think it's fair, because everyone else put there time in as well. But GOD is there a lot!