That’s It, I’m Stressed

While you were busy complaining about nonexistent problems this past weekend (Olympics whiners, I’m looking at you!), I was busting my brain cells trying to finish a paper for my summer class. I turned it in last night just an hour and a half before the deadline.

This morning I woke up knowing I’m in the homestretch. This week, I just have complete my end-of-semester reflection, finalize my research paper, and do my final presentation, which should’ve been fine since all I had to do was make a video presenting my work. Not too bad, right? Until it wasn’t!!!

This morning my instructor let us know that the app to make our videos is no longer an option! So instead, we now have to make a PowerPoint! WTF?!?! I had a plan! Now I have to make a flaccid presentation? Ugh!!! If you know me, you know PowerPoint presentations are not my favorite!

I thought I was fine, but then over the weekend, I started having some very insane and stressful dreams. These dreams were seriously basket-case crazy! I told Vince about them and he pointed out that I’m just stressed because there is way too much going on in my life right now. He’s right.

This summer has not been fun for me, no matter how much I try to be optimistic about it. Aria is about to start school again, and I’m not ready for it. Vince has had a messed up ankle for about a month and has done the minimum to get it taken care of. My house is a disaster area because I’ve been busy with schoolwork. I’m not even going to start with the f***kin’ punk-ass roofer who is laughing at me all the way to the bank! I got thrown into a project at work, that I really should’ve been involved with since the beginning. Now everyone is scrambling at the last minute without a clue and I get to pick up the busted pieces.

Yeah, I’m just going to stop there.