What are yeh, some kind of Half-Assed Astronaut?

This is the time of year that both drags and hurtles to a hasty finish.  The days seem longer, but deadlines bolt toward you at alarming speeds.  The hours drag past while you're at work, because you know that the precious few hours you have when you're freed from the mundane busy work of your job will be too few to accomodate all that you need to accomplish.

In short?  I'm busy.

I am half-assed directing three shows, I am half-assed applying for dozens of jobs, I am half-assed doing my MTA job, I am half-assed advertising for STAGE, and I feel like ass about it.  I'm not super at math, but I am great with asses, and it seems to me that I have too many half-asses here for one body.  Which means I'm over-stretching myself, right?  Right.

And I'm half assed being a friend to many wonderful people, and I'm half-assed being a wife to an amazing man, and I'm half-assed writing.

And somehow I gotta make this equation work.