Spring Fever
Sunday through Tuesday I spent about 35 hours at work ... I skipped my drawing class for the first unfortunate time, turned in a fairly important assingment with about 1/3 of the questions blank, and haven't done any reading in weeks. I've been sleeping like crap and waking up feeling like I'd been screaming all night - I think I have Brian's uncurable cough. I keep jumping out of bed hours early, afraid I've overslept. I can feel all the coffee I've been drinking tearing up my stomach and I think I'm still recovering from Saturday's post-tequila vomit extravaganza. Meeting with Devin yesterday was overall encouraging, but this whole therapeutic process makes things very real and connected - I feel accountable, and sometimes I really just want to be ignorant. Every public space I enter seems to have DMB coming through the speakers, and I left an incredibly dorky message for someone yesterday and wasn't called back. I feel like everything is in opposites, like all my friends are hooking up and I'm more single then ever, like school is both thrilling and unnecessary, and on the verge of receiving an ideal internship I have no direction whatsoever. It's perfect that every time I look through the window the weather is different; I have no idea how to dress this spring, or what I need.