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Oh dear. Yesterday I just about exploded out of stress. I have no reason to be stressed, it's just one of those things. I can definately get everything done, but I have this achy feeling in my gut that says I can't, or at least not well, or that teases me and says, "na na na boo boo, you can't do anything well, stupid". Well too bad, gut, I'm going to get it all done, and well. And remain sane. And it will all be over soon. And it will be lovely as it is happening, sort of.
Right.
OK, off to shower and then Hebrew. I'm sorry I've been live journal negligent. I'll be better about it over the summer, for sure.
Right.
OK, off to shower and then Hebrew. I'm sorry I've been live journal negligent. I'll be better about it over the summer, for sure.