Oh my goodness. It’s a little before 1:00pm here and I still haven’t finished my essay that’s due today at 6:00pm. This is the same essay that was due last week. I hadn’t finished it and told my instructor what had happened. She gave me an extension until this week to get it done. I’m really appreciative because she could have just said, “too bad,” and lowered my grade. But I’m still struggling with getting it finished. I have 2.5 pages out of 5 done. And it’s really bad writing. I’m so not happy with it. And I hate to say it, but at this point, I just don’t care. I just want the damn thing done.
I just want to be able to go home and take a nap. Right now. Please.
Or at least just lie in bed with my puppy.
I just need the weekend to come.
I felt like I have a firm grasp on the box labeled “emotions.” But now I feel like I’m starting to lose it. I’ll be fine one minute, then about ready to burst into tears the next. I’d really rather not come into work each day. Actually, I’d really rather not wake up so early each morning.