licking my wounds?

It's a two part question. I can't decide. The month of January is gone and I am here, nearly mid-february, back in action and/or licking wounds. I have let my job become my life, and I'm not managing either very well. Somehow in my brain, the paper's been placed higher than school assignments, a respectable GPA, internships, a love life, exercise and friendship. Masochistic or what? I am a glutton for punishment. 

I totally forgot about Artistic Things (where I summoned the lovely piece of advertising above), but am now back on the bandwagon. I totally forgot about growing-lists and tried to be a human in a home (goodbye weekend), but am now fully laundered, fed, washed and I spoke with my mother (worth it). I totally forgot about internship deadlines (fuck!), but have started thinking that Europe may be plus necessaire than a newsroom (who needs savings?).

I am off, and on, the bandwagon, for the better some for the worse. 

Is balance possible?