The art of juggling

I am off to blogging for sometime. So here are the updates. I am slightly busy with gmat preparation. I am out-of-town for few days and was forced away from my prep. Now i am back, refreshed. There are only three things going on in my life right now. GMAT, Work and body toning. Since gmat is only five weeks away i need to step up my prep. Updates on where i stand on various sections..
SC - Almost done with this.
CR - Need more practice.
RC - Not able to concentrate and in the middle of RC (though it is 300-400 words) my mind starts wandering at some unknown places. I need to make better progress in this section.
Quant - Doing reasonably well in this. Solving some of the tough quant questions. I cannot afford to score less in this.

Work on the other hand is going fine. I am just managing to complete my task and not able to spending too much time on it. Also i am sweating for atleast one and half hour in gym daily. Most of my days are filled with these activities. It is becoming very tedious to concentrate on all the things and do every activity with enthusiasm. Definately juggling is a hard task and its a pain in the wrong place. But it has to be mastered.
At times i feel ultra-motivated and at times i feel utterly bored and hopeless.
At times i feel happy and at times i feel sad.
I call these the effects of gmat. This is just the starting step in the process and there is a lot ahead. Also i want to finish off the one i am currently reading and also start new novels, but there is no time. I have to wait till i finish my gmat to entertain all these whims.

I have a theme song for these pre-gmat days by nine inch nails...Every day is exactly the same...

I believe I can see the future
Because I repeat the same routine
I think I used to have a purpose
Then again, that might have been a dream
I think I used to have a voice
Now I never make a sound
I just do what I have been told
I really don't want them to come around
Oh, no.
Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same
I can feel their eyes are watching
In case I lose myself again
Sometimes I think I'm happy here
Sometimes, yeah, I still pretend
I can't remember how this got started
But I can tell you exactly how it will end.
Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same
I'm writing on a little piece of paper
I'm hoping someday you might find
Well, I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind
I am still inside here
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could have been any other way
But I just don't know, I don't know,
What else I can do
Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same