see if you can follow this one...

Stress is overtaking my life. Stress that I am not going into details about on my blog. BUT, I have not been picking at my face as much-- so, do I pick at my skin when I am stressed or when it is invaded before I have my period? I hate those things. Which is funny because I also love when they choose to present themselves. Confused?? They make me tired and angry, they make my skin turn into an unrecognizable landscape, they make me eat (yes, make me) more than usual, they make my back ache so badly I think my legs are sure to detach from my body; in short, they RUIN MY LIFE. Yet, there are the few days before the period comes that I am PRAYING for it to f**ing get here already. SHOW ME I AM NOT PREGNANT!!!! My period is always, exactly 3 days late. Doesn't sound late, does it? Well, my birth control pack says it should be on a Friday and it is always on a Sunday or Monday. Perhaps that is too much information. Just realize that I (and so I assume, all women) both loathe and love the arrival of their period. I seriously dance when it comes because my life will not suddenly be consumed with the vomiting and other woes of pregnancy nor with smelly shitty diapers and incessant crying.

This is mostly beside the point. Stress is still consuming my life. To resume the thought track I started out on.... I am not picking at my face as much, but I am getting headaches and eating like Armageddon may arrive tomorrow (does it "arrive?") and I will need to have fat stores that I currently to not have. What if the end or the world begins tomorrow and Joe eats the rest of the Kit Kat in the fridge? I better eat it tonight and circumvent the fighting that may ensue; he did buy it after all.

I should be doing homework, but I am drinking whiskey and eating potato chips and kit kats and... I should just go to bed. Ok, so I will now stop blogging and take some slightly inebriated notes on psychopharmacology.

I am not failing at everything, I am just not giving 100% to everything. There's Joe and Eliza, each class, group projects, my client, my scholarship responsibilities, getting going on a thesis, conferences I miss, research meetings, articles to read, sanity and physical health to maintain... where to begin... NOW I have a new job (for practicum) that will be starting and want to know-- Where will that fit in?!?

Kelli, I apologize, but eating the house has not made any physical manifestations- just call me Skeletor. I will let you know if that changes. I did have a dream that I was baffled by a sudden belly- perhaps that was a revelation?