everything's fUBAR
ok. stop the effing world, i want to get off. this week has been as anticipated, atrocious. the risk of panic attacks from all sorts of emotional disturbances earlier in the week has only gotten progressively worse. the car wouldnt start, after fixing the car i found out it's leaking gas. which apparently is dangerous. luckily i found out my car wasnt working while on my way to hand in a final exam. so luckily i didnt get to go to my final exam *claps deliriously at own life collapsing around her* people are quitting my job so we keep consoldating children to make up for the lack of teachers. and one evil little child ran away from one of the classes(NOT MY CLASS FOR THE RECORD), through the parking lot and towards the highway before i saw him through the window prancing around. i broke through the emergency door and grabbed him. kicking and screaming, the rotten little child, decked me a few times before i managed to neutralize him. inches away from being underneath a truck. and that must have looked like great advertising for the school. me and a child sprawled out on the side of a heavily traveled road, kicking and screaming...people in the school with their faces pressed up against the windows, traffic stopping...and a frazzled teacher of the evil child running towards us exclaiming she didnt know what happened. so now im home. sans final. sans car. sans axiety medication. all in all, i feel purty good. because right now, if the world blew up, it'd be an improvement. id take my lawn chair outside and put on a pair of shades and watch people run around in circles and panic, buildings fall. and eating popcorn.