Going Too Far

So I have this bad habit of taking things too far, and being over-ambitious. Which would make you think I was a straight-A student and completely put-together, but that's not me. I focus on my writing like crazy, and am pretty chill about everything else. So any writing, editing, promoting, proofing, etc. drives me to exhaustion. I just get so excited about it that I'll work on it 24/7. Literally. I stay up until the middle of the night and wake up early in the morning (when I'm working, I mean... otherwise I'm known to sleep until noon :P) And it works for a while, and I get things done. But slowly I begin to get exhausted. Like the kind of exhaustion that makes you burst into tears in the middle of the day for no reason or the kind that makes you see spots whenever you move. Okay, that sounds a bit dramatic. But what I'm trying to say is that I drive myself into the ground, knowing from the start that I'm going to do it.
So I had the idea that for my creative writing class, I wouldn't submit a chapter of Ishiki to get workshopped. It's a crazy idea for three reasons. The first is that I take creative writing classes specifically to get feedback on Ishiki. Secondly, I have never written a short story before (only novels). And the last reason has to do with the subject matter of the short story I wrote.
It's told from the point of view of a fly. Not just any fly, but the fly that lived in 914 Laf with me and Sam last winter for four days. The one he named 'the bad news bug.' And if you know me personally, you have definitely heard the story of the bad news bug.
So now you're thinking, okay, it's a bit weird, but not SO weird. You're wrong. Because as I was writing this, I decided to put a love triangle into the piece. Yes, love triangle. The fly falls in love with me, so he tries to kill Sam (which is subsequently his biggest fear, and what's funny is that Sam has been having a gnat problem in his apartment today... ironic) But in the end, I have to kill the fly. And it's all tragic and stuff. Or it would be... if it weren't about a fly. I thought this was a GENIUS idea when I first started writing it, but now I'm having second thoughts. I'm kind of embarrassed. But this class is so damn boring, I guess this will spice things up. Besides, I'm getting workshopped on the same day as Nadia, who also wrote an insane short story.
Maybe I'll post it up here after I edit it. I might actually submit it to the New Yorker just for kicks. Can you imagine if that gets picked up? I'll leave you all with that thought :)