I have the sinking feeling that my amazing victory in forensics is not going to be repeated in my psych classes. In fact, I'm kind of sure that Dr. Sanzotta is going to think I have test anxiety or something because I can feel how well this is NOT going to go already.

I can't study because I have a tension headache that just keeps winding tighter, to the point where I'm not even off doing things I'd rather do, I'm basically doing as little as possible because it feels like my brain is being sanded. And if pattern repeats itself, this is not going to stop just because I do something silly like, I don't know, sleep.

Massive, sucky fail immanent. :(

of course it doesn't help that I got pushed to the edge of another emotional crisis and feeling like a life failure tonight, that's just fucking jackhammer icing on the headache cake

Shit. I need a Xanax.


This weekend I'm going to Massachusetts for my cousin's baby shower. For the first time in years, I won't have an internet interruption due to leaving the state. *cuddles Spock* Having a laptop just never stops being cool in some ways. It'll be nice to get away for a couple of days. I'm going with Mom and Rachael, Friday to Sunday.

Usually, listening to Barenaked Ladies cheers me up. It's not working so well tonight.