Causation v. Correlation: Busy and Insane

It's funny how strange situations can instil in us emotions we didn't know we had. This week has been strange. There were some very hard things that happened this week: cancelling projects, turning in projects, failing to teach sufficiently, friends living in sin, etc. (there's a lot in that "etc."). However, some pretty great things happened as well: bonus points for students, turning in projects (yes, it's on both lists), teaching enthusiastically, being loved by students, typing creative emails, catching new reptiles for the life list, bird watching, etc. (there's a lot in the "etc." again). I've been ecstatic, completely depressed, in love, angry and dark, compassionate, worn out, etc. (I don't need to keep saying things in parentheses after the "etc." do I?). At least three times I've paused to basically rethink my entire life. I start asking myself hard questions that I cannot answer: What music should I listen too? Should I buy more pets or sell the ones I've got? Should I rely on music to lift my spirits? Should I watch movies at all? Should I be a hermit? Should I be a street preacher? Should I forget my troubles? Should I ignore my troubles? Should I face my troubles? Should I control my troubles? Should I get rid of my troubles? It can get pretty dramatic up there in the organ between my ears. It's kinda sad.
In any case, just wanted to let everyone know that I am still alive, but probably insane. I've been so busy these days--it's not natural. I've been writing so many papers and other class-related things that I feel like I need to include a parenthetical reference after every sentence I type (Bomske 2016). Periodically I wake up in the night and gasp: Did I remember to inoculate all the agars with bacteria?! I admit that sometimes I survive off the hope of a quieter life someday. After this semester, after graduation, or after I die? Who knows? Comment if you pity me. Or comment anyways.