My Life is Falling Apart.

or rather, my life is in a constant state of flux and it's starting to wear me down.

Malcolm and all things malcolm-related are coming together nicely.

School is coming together in one sense - I dropped a course I couldn't attend regularly, and made arrangements to make it up during the winter semester and the summer, discovering in the process that I'm really well set up for my degree requirements, which was nice.
On the other hand, I need to start attending a certain tutorial I've been missing. But my absence so far can't have done any lasting damage, since I've attended every lecture and done all the readings.

Spiritually-wise, I was late for my youth group today and they had to start worship without me. I don't like letting people down, but it was a unique situation that shouldn't happen again, and it worked out fine in the end.

WORK IS FALLING DOWN AROUND ME. I shouldn't have canceled this last shift, and now they're threatening to write me up. It's my fault, of course, I shouldn't have been so flippant about my job. The problem is they judge me week to week - they remember that I canceled last week, but they don't remember the shifts that I do come in for. I was a stellar employee during the summer; it's only recently that my downward spiral began, but they act as if I'm been terrible from day 1. Maybe that's logical, I don't know. But there's so much going on right now that I just can't keep it all balanced. Something is always spinning out of control. I need to lose something, I think, to keep everything else together. But nothing is dispensible.

I have a shift on Sunday. I'm going to take the opportunity to talk to my manager and try to sort things out. I'll probably end up working every other weekend, or something. I don't really need to take my hours down more, once a week is actually sufficient for me. But I can't cancel any shifts for a long time, so I need to give myself as much leeway as possible.

It should be ok. Eventually.