Trapped
My jaw is a steel trap. I don't think I've truly unclenched my jaw all day. It started yesterday; needless today this has been a stressful weekend. With my tournament competition going sour (I went 4 5 5 in poetry- Fuckers! My poetry kicks ass) and Irene Ryans(I still don't have rights to my pieces) AND summer stock(Headshot appointment tomorrow that I don't even know I will be ale to get to, not to mention it will cost me an arm and a leg, and the way things are sounding it sounds like the photographer i've een referred to isn't actually a headshot photographer) approachin, not to mention classes starting TOMORROW (and I have no books) I'm just a wee bit stressed. My room is a mess, all due to my attempts in cleaning it over break- go figure. The knots in my upper back are so tight, I can feel my shoulders crawling into my neck. This is not a good thing. Plus I feel like I'm gaining weight. I don't know why but I just look like I am. It's crazy. On top of all this, as usual, when I really actually need Cole (not just me being whiny and demanding here, but actually needing him) he brushes me off and totally ignores me. Such is the way of things I guess.