So my general anxiety disorder rears its head. Normally I'm really good at keeping it under control, but I guess when you're not sure what your address is going to be in less than 2 months, maybe I might have cause to have these feelings of impeding doom. I took the day off of work. I e-mailed my Prof and gave him my contribution to the classroom discussion. Apparently my interpretation made more sense than his according to him. Yay me. I baked cookies and did the dishes and took down two months of recycling. I wrote things. I feel sleepy now and somehow accomplished.
Sunday is going to be busy. I have to design an ad for the newspaper, photocopy a few plays and get ready for a new funfilled week.
I have no idea how I'm supposed to keep up this pace.
Sunday is going to be busy. I have to design an ad for the newspaper, photocopy a few plays and get ready for a new funfilled week.
I have no idea how I'm supposed to keep up this pace.
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