Stupid dreams.
So according to last night's dreams, I'm totally unprepared (mentally at least) for the start of the fall semester. Apparently I'm worried some unforeseen circumstance will prevent me from doing any last minute things I need to to prepare, I'm afraid there'll be too much "stuff" weighing me down, I'm afraid the air conditioning won't be fixed by next week (yeah, there's one massive air conditioner that feeds the entire campus and it's dead right now), and I'm worried about the fact that I STILL don't know what my work schedule is (she's supposed to call soon...) or the fact that I don't have a 100% sure fourth class yet. Oh, and I dreamed for like the thousandth time that despite the fact that I'm a senior in college and graduated high school three years ago, I somehow end up taking a class back at my high school. What the fuck is up with that? Why won't high school stay in my mental past and leave me the fuck alone?
Oy. Three more days.
Oy. Three more days.