I just made you up to hurt myself
It's funny what little things can set you off. This has been an incredibly spazztastically busy week--the computer at Martinizing's still broken, Chronicles of Narnia last Sunday, I was elected next DM in the RPG group within a 24 hour period, MSU Christmas party last night, Game night tonight, RPG night and the transition to my regime tomorrow night, Christmas program dress rehearsal Saturday morning, Martinizing Secret Santa on Saturday, Sunday School class party Saturday night, Christmas Program Sunday night. All in all a busy week full of much stress and spazz, most of which was good. But it's funny--I was comparatively calm this morning until I checked my email and found one from my mother saying that a package had arrived for me, probably yesterday, but they hadn't found it until this morning. And it triggered all the knots, all the anxiety, everything. A package? I haven't ordered anything, have I? And I'm sure it's just a Christmas gift from a friend (unless a stalker's sent me a flaming bag of poo or something), but somehow its unexpected arrival triggered something--the proverbial camel-and-straw. My stomach's been in knots for a week now and this just reminded me of that fact. Maybe it's the lack of control--the fact that I had no clue it was coming (whatever it is). Maybe it's the fact that it's one more "event" in an already packed week. A large part is that I can't go home to solve the mystery for a few more hours at least (were I able to open the package immediately, the "anxiety" formed by curiosity would be allayed). I dunno. My mind is doing strange things to me, that's for sure.
Anyway, if one of you knows who sent the package/what it is, don't feel bad that I'm currently going insane. It's just a general combination of about a billion factors. That's all. So don't ruin the surprise for me, any of you.
Unless, of course, it really *is* a flaming bag of poo. Then the warning would be greatly appreciated.
EDIT: So I opened the box. Should I be disturbed that someone hears "gonorrhea" and thinks, "Lisa!"?
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, euchrecthulhu gave me the clap for Christmas. I'm naming him Boswell.
Anyway, if one of you knows who sent the package/what it is, don't feel bad that I'm currently going insane. It's just a general combination of about a billion factors. That's all. So don't ruin the surprise for me, any of you.
Unless, of course, it really *is* a flaming bag of poo. Then the warning would be greatly appreciated.
EDIT: So I opened the box. Should I be disturbed that someone hears "gonorrhea" and thinks, "Lisa!"?
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, euchrecthulhu gave me the clap for Christmas. I'm naming him Boswell.