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The wind is making angry noises against the window and my room is cold. I should be in bed but I have little in the way of good sense and so I'll just have to sleepwalk through classes and be cranky in general tomorrow. I have been cranky a lot lately, so this is less than ideal. Fatigue is such a small part of that though, it's more about being stressed and overwhelmed and vaguely panicked, and the way I keep feeling like everyone I talk to is speaking another language. I get frustrated when I can't communicate. Hence, crankiness.
The CDO will see me soon. It's nice that I'll actually have vague plans to discuss with them, plans of how to be a walking stress case for the next unknown number of years because I had to go and wake up one morning with goals. I suspect life was easier without them (a whole three weeks ago, wasn't it) but what's a girl to do.
I always was an overachiever. Five years of denial never changed that.
The CDO will see me soon. It's nice that I'll actually have vague plans to discuss with them, plans of how to be a walking stress case for the next unknown number of years because I had to go and wake up one morning with goals. I suspect life was easier without them (a whole three weeks ago, wasn't it) but what's a girl to do.
I always was an overachiever. Five years of denial never changed that.