Just a little Public Fretting

I think my heart is preparing for a marathon. That or it's preparing to make a high-flying getaway away from my chest. Please don't, heart. I need to you to stay in there and pump my blood. Maybe a bit slower though, please.

I know I'm supposed to take these meds for night anxiety but dammit my brain is in such a static buzz I can barely think. It's almost paralyzing. The combination is not a pleasant one.

Aaaugh.

I think I will take this pill 'cause I'm not going to be operating heavy machinery today, and make that portobella burger, and sit down and try to tell myself to just play some videogames and try to calm down and you're not alone and grad school will work out and the world is not going to end in flames.

How does Cornell expect me to make a credit approval on myself. Why is that in my to-do list. I think the government is supposed to take care of that aren't they. I don't even know.

It's Saturday and I know I can't fix any of these problems and so I need to remember that weekend is for RELAXING.

If I could manage it.

Dammit I need a job.