I Have To Choose Laughing OR Crying?

I am losing my damn mind. Inventory is probably the most stressful event in the store’s whole year, and it topped off my crappy December in a way that cannot be expressed in civil, blog-worthy language. At least not by me. If I have seemed a little tense at the store and not in my usual good humour, I apologize.

Last Monday was the first day of classes at PCC, and I went, oh boy did I go. Class was great, I like both of my professors a lot and I think I’ll be fine academically. But the second I left the classroom, my descent into madness would resume again. I hung out with a friend between classes and noticed my laughter being a little, um, edgy? Which alternated with me wanting to just lay down and sleep until everything is a long-long time ago.

I really hope they don’t have to start hiding me in the back office at work, I like seeing ya’ll.

I think I’m going to be okay. If this keeps up, I will definitely be adjusting my schedule to allow more room for sanity because I seriously cannot turn in papers smeared with drool and things like “Redrum” written in the margins.