To prologue: I'm feeling better now, but this entry's kind of about anger and sadness.

Being tired leads to frustration about being tired leads to insomnia leads to being tired. I think I've figured out one of the ideas that really get me in House, especially season finale: losing brainpower makes me craaaaazy, because my brain is the trove of ( Read more... )

Shitty but inevitable, I told my dad that I think I had a little too much going on at once, and he naturally had to multiply the molehill and transmit a loud-ass distress call to my mom. She called tonight. In our talk, there was a point which I thought I was choking up. Tears aren't always a relevant mood barometer for me since I get vaguely dewy ( Read more... )

15 solid hours of sleep later, I attended a meeting with my creative writing teacher who was 'confused about some of my narrative choices.' What that meant was that he'd detected all the symptoms of me writing from a character and a string of nifty scene ideas without having a real story arc until I crapped together a bullshit ending, though he ( Read more... )

I'm all sorts of anxious about the economics exam that's finally coming up this week. Tonight, I managed to confuse my generally econ-savvy roommate with questions about the homework and now she doesn't know if she did hers right. I don't have much confidence in my grasp of the terms and equations. The logic's just that, but you wouldn't believe ( Read more... )

Symptoms: My head or hormones is up to odd shit these days, and seasonal depression may be impending.

Limit: It's too early in the semester for me to die yet, transcript O transcript. Don't you hate it when survival is your only option?

Theory: More multi-tasking = more stress, and accomodating 30 IMs from people you love too much to ignore while ( Read more... )

( Read more... )