Meeting
I have a meeting in an hour and a half to discuss a paper I wrote with my professor and my semester project. I want to discuss my paper about as much as I want a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. We are having meetings instead of class today for this purpose, and it makes me fear that somehow, some way, something is horribly wrong with what I wrote. I am full of anxiety. J says I should not be. I feel slightly ill. J says that I should remember that mostly, my papers are well-reviewed. It is hard to remember right now. Again, as much as a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. This is a therapy-inducing kind of day. Have to go reread my paper now.