Soo remember how I was complaining about all the crap I have to do, how I'll be busy for a week straight? Well, I will definitely be busy every day through the weekend, but I've done fairly well so far at actually getting things done. I've gotten stuff done every day, I've been getting to work right away in the morning rather than procrastinating for nine or ten hours, I'm basically on schedule, and for the most part, I'm not freaking myself out about any of it. For example, I did some work at home this morning, and then I decided I didn't really need to go to campus. I felt guilty about not working on my campus-centric to do list, but instead of letting that guilt fester, I decided I would just write a response paper and do a load of laundry and then be done for the day. And then, instead of dicking around for a few hours, putting off those two things, I just did them. And now, my day is completely my own, aside from putting that laundry in the dryer.
Was that boring? It was, I think. I don't care though, because I have apparently become this person who reacts to growing worry by doing something about it, rather than, you know, having a panic attack. So yeah, awesome, I am not having a panic attack, I can write as many boring paragraphs as I want.
(Oh, also, I think that once I get caught up on everything, I'm going to buy myself a new sewing machine. Exciting!)
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