I’m tired, I’m stressed out, I’m losing my mind, EVERYTHING’S FINE!

(to paraphrase that song I thought was sung by Alanis Morrissette, but isn’t)

I’m glad this week is over, because short of losing my mind, it was not a good one for me personally or academically.

Didn’t do as well on the Geology Midterm as I’d hoped, but it was a respectful showing. I could have done better, yes.

I went to that hearing on Thursday, and it was a waste of time. We could have hashed the outcome on the phone, but I thought the guy I was working with was a real P.I.T.A.*, and I was not in the mood to be berated by someone I didn’t know. Being berated by people I do know is bad enough.

I’m just so tired and worn out all the damn time, and all the sleep in the world doesn’t seem to fix it. I’m beginning to think that there is something seriously wrong here. Even beyond the fibromyalgia.

But when someone asks you how you are, “fine” will suffice, no matter how much shit you’ve been through, because the person asking doesn’t want to hear you bitch and moan.

I just wish people cared more about others and less about themselves.

I do care about others, but when I ask someone how they are and all they say is “okay”, I know that whatever it is that’s really bugging them is none of my beeswax.

And I know I made a damn fool out of myself yesterday. I’m sorry. Please forgive me?

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–

oh yeah– *pain in the ass