An image from the Little House on the Prarie books that has stuck with me since Elementary school, is when Ma wrote letters and so that she didnt waste paper she wrote the letter and turned it over and wrote on the back and then she turned it over again and wrote the other direction and that way she filled the page four times.
That is how I feel about my life. I have filled my schedule and my life so much that i have no breathing room. So when my computer crashes or my roomate's mom comes into town or a prof assigns last minute projects due the next class any little tiny thing doesn't go exaclty like planned, I have no room to do anything but crash into the other writing that's cluttering my page.
