The first thing that you need to know is that it is late.
Oh so late.
The second thing you need to know is that my swearing increases exponentially when it is finals time. And I will make no fucking apologies for it. Feel free to stop reading now.
I have been sitting at my desk for hours upon hours trying to jam as much information into my head as humanly possible. And I am starting to lose it. Ever since I have been on celexa I have been able to reign in my anxiety pretty well. That is how I look at my anxiety meds. They don’t take the anxiety away by any means, they just keep it manageable. They take my mountain of anxiety that I have to get over and make it a hill. Well right now it is Everest. I can’t fucking do this. And I don’t think I can go anymore tonight. And that is making me panic even more. I have been at this for over 12 hours and I just. can’t. go. anymore.
I need to rest my hand, for one. It is cramping from writing all day. I need to think about something else for a half a minute. I am starting to freak out about how much I don’t know and that is really cramping my style when it comes to putting more shit in my brain. 30+ exceptions to the rule of hearsay you say? My brain says – NO! NO MORE! I cannot fit! So thus, I will commence freaking out about taking the bar in a year and a half because that makes sense right now. No it doesn’t. Fuck me.
So there. There is my three-minute writing break spent typing.
Back to your regularly scheduled program.