I was really caught off guard
I was really caught off guard
or,
I would have lost custody
My new favorite substance in the world: IcyHot. I put some on today, and boy, when that "hot" started, I was really caught off guard.
Ameer savagely attacked Adeeb today, and he was foolish enough to do it when I could see the whole thing. He pinned him down and had his teeth sunk into him. I beat the hell out of that fucking cat, threw things at him, and squirted him with the squirt bottle until he was partly drenched. I'm sure that if somebody had called Animal Cops Detroit, I would have lost custody. But of course, he's over it now and keeps rubbing against my leg like usual.
I just talked to Mohamed for about an hour. He's stressed about school and the thought of applying for grad school by January. Of course, there's nothing I can say like "Oh, it's not as hard as you think" or whatever, because I would be lying. I did, however, tell him that I'll help in any way possible; I've been through it twice before, and it's positively hellish. I should go back to my entries from around December of 2004 when I'm sure the primary reason I wanted to slit my wrists was all the stress from applying to those PhD programs that all rejected me.
Speaking of which, it's bizarre that I realize my general level of functioning has vastly improved in the last month. I've long known that I do better the busier I am. That's the reason I had two jobs as of the time that I was sixteen. The busier I am, the less time I have to dwell on how unhappy I am. It's a tradeoff, though. I have traded debilitating depression for nearly incomprehensible stress and anxiety, but I'm finding the latter is greatly preferable.
I applied for a PPO through Aetna yesterday, and I have never lied half as much in my life as I did on that application. I can defend myself by saying that it would have simply been too time consuming to try to look up every time I've been to the doctor and every prescription I've taken in the last two years. I'm certain they'll look into my medical history and reject me, but hell, it was worth a try.
I had a 90% on my exam in my class in language disorders in infants and preschoolers. Fine with me. I just need a B in the class.
or,
I would have lost custody
My new favorite substance in the world: IcyHot. I put some on today, and boy, when that "hot" started, I was really caught off guard.
Ameer savagely attacked Adeeb today, and he was foolish enough to do it when I could see the whole thing. He pinned him down and had his teeth sunk into him. I beat the hell out of that fucking cat, threw things at him, and squirted him with the squirt bottle until he was partly drenched. I'm sure that if somebody had called Animal Cops Detroit, I would have lost custody. But of course, he's over it now and keeps rubbing against my leg like usual.
I just talked to Mohamed for about an hour. He's stressed about school and the thought of applying for grad school by January. Of course, there's nothing I can say like "Oh, it's not as hard as you think" or whatever, because I would be lying. I did, however, tell him that I'll help in any way possible; I've been through it twice before, and it's positively hellish. I should go back to my entries from around December of 2004 when I'm sure the primary reason I wanted to slit my wrists was all the stress from applying to those PhD programs that all rejected me.
Speaking of which, it's bizarre that I realize my general level of functioning has vastly improved in the last month. I've long known that I do better the busier I am. That's the reason I had two jobs as of the time that I was sixteen. The busier I am, the less time I have to dwell on how unhappy I am. It's a tradeoff, though. I have traded debilitating depression for nearly incomprehensible stress and anxiety, but I'm finding the latter is greatly preferable.
I applied for a PPO through Aetna yesterday, and I have never lied half as much in my life as I did on that application. I can defend myself by saying that it would have simply been too time consuming to try to look up every time I've been to the doctor and every prescription I've taken in the last two years. I'm certain they'll look into my medical history and reject me, but hell, it was worth a try.
I had a 90% on my exam in my class in language disorders in infants and preschoolers. Fine with me. I just need a B in the class.