If it's not nailed down I'm eating it. I'm bursting into tears with no warning whatsoever. My mind is racing. My eye is twitching. I'm cussing (mostly under my breath or in my head. Mostly.). I tried on seven different outfits yesterday and flung discarded articles of clothing all over the place. I'm making no-bake cookies just to eat the hot goo out of the pot with a spoon. Think post-pardum.
I missed the deadline to enroll Bode in kindergarten.
I took 15 grad hours this semester. It was all fun and games until this week. Now I have finals to take and classes to wrap up. And on Saturday I have 25 minutes to defend seven empirical questions and then my fate is left up to my professors.
Thankfully, the wise words of a good friend keep ringing in my ears and they are so, so true: Stupider people than me have done all of this and they made it just fine.