I won't I won't I won't! You can't make me come out and live in the real world. I du wanna.
In the real world there was a giant brown spider living in my slipper. In the real world I haven't had enough sleep in too damn long. In the real world my brain is failing spectacularly at comprehending my A&P text book. In the real world measure 43 will probably pass in a week. In the real world I have to complete an entire class by December.
I *think* my Birthingway interview went well. Everyone was very very hard to read. I was very much myself though, so I know whatever happens I was honest.
Everyone keeps telling me how lucky I am to have my life figured out. Seriously? One the one hand I feel like a total bitch for whining about following my passion. On the other hand? OH MY GOD I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO PUT MY LIFE IN ORDER!
I'm thinking about going to a regression therapist. There is a lot of crap that my brain has decided I don't need to know and that is becoming a problem. I don't like not having access to parts of my history. It's scary.
I also had some other bunnies to post for the BEP, but then remembered all the RL people on my flist and didn't want to scar them too badly. First, do no harm and all. Bah. 'Tis bedtime.
~Susan
In the real world there was a giant brown spider living in my slipper. In the real world I haven't had enough sleep in too damn long. In the real world my brain is failing spectacularly at comprehending my A&P text book. In the real world measure 43 will probably pass in a week. In the real world I have to complete an entire class by December.
I *think* my Birthingway interview went well. Everyone was very very hard to read. I was very much myself though, so I know whatever happens I was honest.
Everyone keeps telling me how lucky I am to have my life figured out. Seriously? One the one hand I feel like a total bitch for whining about following my passion. On the other hand? OH MY GOD I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO PUT MY LIFE IN ORDER!
I'm thinking about going to a regression therapist. There is a lot of crap that my brain has decided I don't need to know and that is becoming a problem. I don't like not having access to parts of my history. It's scary.
I also had some other bunnies to post for the BEP, but then remembered all the RL people on my flist and didn't want to scar them too badly. First, do no harm and all. Bah. 'Tis bedtime.
~Susan