Just had my first spaz attack of the year. >.<
With code looming over my head, programs flitting everywhere, physics labs flying at me at high speed, and fencing and karate both vying for a spot in muscle memory, I was bound to hit sensory overload sooner or later.
*sighs* I hate crying for no reason.
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Tela, if you want to talk about this, I'm around. Surprisingly, my contact at Blue Cross hasn't called me back yet to say when I'm supposed to go in for training. Maybe I can help you out, or at least I hope I can. The least I can do is listen.
If its any consolation, I used to freak out about college, myself. Mind you, it was mostly issues of my own doing (I was. . . wait, strike that . . . am a horrible procrastinator, and it got so bad at times that I even nearly failed to graduate on time because of it.)
And while I hate to say it, I found that generally, the fastest way out of panic central was to drop my gaming habit in favor of a sleeping habit. Mind you, it can be REALLY hard to get to sleep with so much on your mind, but once you actually get some sleep, a lot of things have a habit of working themselves out.
In fact, I think I may just be running toward a breakdown here, too. Misery loves company, right?
Pardon me while I curse about getting a ticket for 30-over the limit, about 5 feet before the speed limit legally goes up, and now facing a ticket, wildly jacked up insurance premiums, and while we're at it, lets throw on another bullshit tax I just learned about, the NYS "Driver Responsibility Fee"
I cant even afford the extra budget strain of the ticket, and have been stressing about how I'm going to pay for my wedding in March for half a year now. Please, someone, just shoot me.
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