it's that time of the semester
As much as I complained about it at the time, I'm currently really missing Kaiser Permanente's habit of passing out anti-anxiety meds like so much candy. Easy-to-get klonapin sounds like it'd hit the spot right about now.
I will say, I feel absolved of all the vague guilt I've ever felt about my previous forays into mental unhealth. At Reed my easiest classes were harder than my hardest classes here, and I took four a semester instead of three, and also worked twelve hours a week on top of it. No wonder I had a meltdown per semester. I mean, the not-sleeping and erratic eating sure didn't help (which probably has to do with why I'm not having a meltdown right now, because I've decided in my old age that sleep is totally awesome). I'm not saying I'm not a maudlin little freak; I'm just saying it wasn't all my maudlin, freaky fault.
So: yeah, no meltdown yet, but as I mentioned to
lagizma the other day, it's the time of the semester where my pee smells like coffee. Maybe I should just cut out the middle-man and pour the coffee straight into the toilet. I am wound a little bit tight right now and my to-do list now has totally stupid items on it like "eat dinner" and "have you left the house today?" because otherwise these things might not happen. Bear with me, people. It's just a few more weeks of this.
I will say, I feel absolved of all the vague guilt I've ever felt about my previous forays into mental unhealth. At Reed my easiest classes were harder than my hardest classes here, and I took four a semester instead of three, and also worked twelve hours a week on top of it. No wonder I had a meltdown per semester. I mean, the not-sleeping and erratic eating sure didn't help (which probably has to do with why I'm not having a meltdown right now, because I've decided in my old age that sleep is totally awesome). I'm not saying I'm not a maudlin little freak; I'm just saying it wasn't all my maudlin, freaky fault.
So: yeah, no meltdown yet, but as I mentioned to
lagizma the other day, it's the time of the semester where my pee smells like coffee. Maybe I should just cut out the middle-man and pour the coffee straight into the toilet. I am wound a little bit tight right now and my to-do list now has totally stupid items on it like "eat dinner" and "have you left the house today?" because otherwise these things might not happen. Bear with me, people. It's just a few more weeks of this.