You end up staying home on Friday to actually get something done.
Yesterday I washed dishes for 3 hours, had a good, but horrifically sad therapy session, got pulled over for speeding (where I seriously started hyperventilating in the car because I was already crying before he pulled me over and holy crap he probably hasn’t seen someone freaking out as much as I was.. no ticket… such a girl thing, but in my defense I wasn’t crying simply because he pulled me over), and moved gas cylinders around for 2 hours.
I came home, totally freaked out at 5-ish. Proceeded to tell Sheesha about my day, laid down for five minutes then went back into work to try and fix a piece of equipment that I had been working on all day and hadn’t gotten working yet. I said to myself, “Self - you are going to go into school and fix that instrument. And if you can’t fix it, you are going to call your boss and he is going to help you.” And that is exactly what happened. Then I came home and felt much much better.
So today, today I am just going to stay home, work on my dissertation, do my laundry, pick up my prescription, drop off my keys from my part time job that I quit a while ago, and then drive out to Santa Rosa. And maybe play some Sims. I deserve it. I worked late every day this week, except Wednesday, when I hung out with Api.