Anxiety
On Tuesday, whilst drinking myself to a stupor in the afternoon,
21st_medici seemed to question whether I went about grading papers and planning lessons properly. I crashed into a depressed, loathsome sort of state, and cried profusely at a coffee shop. Looking back, that actually seems funny.
Thursday afternoon, I met up with
21st_medici at the public library, where he seemed to me to be unusually quiet. I guess maybe I should have just thought that was because we were in the library. But with careful prodding, I managed to have him snap at me, thus confirming that he was in a bad mood. I told him what a bad mood he seemed to be in, and he remarked that was surely the thing to make it all better. This as well is an amusing thing to recount, now that it is past.
Dog days, I suppose. Leave us lie.
21st_medici seemed to question whether I went about grading papers and planning lessons properly. I crashed into a depressed, loathsome sort of state, and cried profusely at a coffee shop. Looking back, that actually seems funny.
Thursday afternoon, I met up with
21st_medici at the public library, where he seemed to me to be unusually quiet. I guess maybe I should have just thought that was because we were in the library. But with careful prodding, I managed to have him snap at me, thus confirming that he was in a bad mood. I told him what a bad mood he seemed to be in, and he remarked that was surely the thing to make it all better. This as well is an amusing thing to recount, now that it is past.
Dog days, I suppose. Leave us lie.