I feel like I may have just experienced a minor myocardial infarction. Hashtag I’m being dramatic.
I’m sitting at my kitchen table with a pile of things to do. E-mail this person, find out this information for these people, write these essays, read these books before the library cancels my card for always having that overdue fee that I pretend I’ll pay the next time. Not to mention finding some time to bathe. My friend and I like to joke that we won’t see each other until 2014 because life is like, “oh here, do this and this and this and this and maybe some of this before you get to feel settled and can visit your friends again.”
OH YEAH LIFE? I hate you sometimes. Stress has me to the point of
talking yelling to myself while the yard workers outside watch me become a maniac. The maniac. I’m sure this will be the last time they cut our grass. Sorry, dad.
What’s the best way to overcome stress? I like to pretend that I have ways to cope. But I need more!