When is there time to update? Neverrrr. I took on a reallllly tough work load at school this semester. Multiple poems due every week along with critiques on 15 of my classmates. Fiction stories to read, comment on, pour over. Literature class is weighing me down. I’m not good enough for it. Teacher’s words, not mine. And then Shakespeare. A play a week, an Act a night. When is there time for anything else? Of course now I just got a job, so I’m really going to go crazy. But I will march on, because that is my job. My official job is to always be in a stressful situation and constantly work through it. Zoloft is going to be a large part of that in the coming months. Apparently headshrinkers think I am an amusing case. Lots to report, little time to do so, and now my laptop is dying and I left the charger at home on my brand spanking new IKEA desk. The one that I am still in pain from, due to moving it around a million times. Oh my.
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