Stressed myself out so bad last night that I didn’t sleep.
Here’s my confession: I’m a perfectionist. NO!! (all my friends and my family are nodding solemnly right now)
Yes. I admit it. I hate not knowing how to do something and I hate doing less than my best. I feel like I’m going into this afternoon with no notes, no studying, and no idea what the hell I’m doing.
So I didn’t sleep last night… at least not until my body finally gave out in exhaustion and I could actually feel that leaden sensation hit my arms and legs.
I’m fine with *winging* it when it’s something where only I am affected, but this is so very different.
Just got an email from Bren’s teacher. He’s having issues.
I need to go for a walk and do some thinking.