I hate that I had a perfectly lovely day and now all I can think about is how much I have to do because I have school in a week and a half. I know part of it is that I'm tired and when I get tired I can hear the chickens making a ruckus as they don't want to settle in for the night. Dear Lord Mr. Monkey, put a sheet over their cages or something so they'll settle down.
This entire vacation has been spotted with anxiety dreams about going back to school. They range from the oh so typical showing up unprepared to the more unusual. Last night was particularly wicked as I stood up in front of my class and declared that I'd failed a class and thought the entire class needed to be re-evaluated.
I really hate having to battle myself the first part and the last part of vacation in order to relax. I manage for at least a few days in the middle to be care-free, but then somehow the anxiety comes back.
Well Mr. B is attempting to read and apparently my typing is annoying, so I suppose I shall blog more tomorrow. Perhaps I'll try to do some deep breathing and shut out the noise of the chickens trying to bust out of their cages and run a muck. Mr. Monkey is sipping whiskey and pretending not to notice.
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