I have this problem with thinking that feigning ignorance will magically make all my troubles disappear. I've been so focused on passing my chemistry classes that I didn't make any effort really in one of my easier courses...so I'm failing...joy. I only have one more quarter of classes before I graduate (if I don't fail anything), so now I'm really nervous. I can still pass the class if I do some extra credit and rock the final, but ahhhh this is NOT what I needed! And on top of that, I have so much goddamn shit I need to get done this week for my other three classes, and I'm still paranoid that I'm going to suddenly gain back all the weight I've lost before I can show off at Thanksgiving. All in all? Hating life right now. Fuck me.
Can you tell I'm irritated? Sorry for the harsh language, but when I'm drowning in stress I tend to drop curse words like its my job. Oh, and I almost forgot, my dad passed out sitting down on Friday and was in the hospital all night. I, of course, didn't find out until yesterday afternoon, and I'm kind of worried about him. He's in a great shape and health (I thought), but now I don't know if there's an actual problem. Maybe it was dehydration, but he's been exhausted and the results of the blood tests and things haven't come through yet. It's just another thing I didn't want to have to deal with, you know?
So my game plan for today: already had some fruit and carrots (200 cals max?), going to pull out my razor (because I'm stressed, irritated, and it's been awhile), and then drinking lots of coffee at Panera (free refills) while attempting to get my shit together.
Eleven days until Thanksgiving. I can make it, I can make it, I can make it...can I make it?