Apparently there is nothing to be alarmed about. It’s the end of the semester, and I am sleep deprived and stressed. I told Virgin I was worried about myself.
I randomly decided that we didn’t have Intellectual Property class one day. I didn’t do any of the reading. Half an hour before class, I checked the schedule and realized, yes, we do have class. The only class that has been cancelled is the one before Thanksgiving. I also realized that not only is class not cancelled, I am scheduled to be on call. Luckily, the professor is obsessed with this strange case about Barbies in an Enchilada, and I didn’t get called on.
Last night, Jen gets home after work. I am surprised, and ask her what she is doing home “So early.” She usually gets home between 8 and 8:30. She says, “Googie, I’m not home early. It’s late.” I thought it was early evening, but I looked at the clock and its 9:00.
It’s like I have constructed my own reality in my head.
But everyone in my life tells me this is the way I am at finals. Apparently, I am a trainwreck.
I don’t remember the end of last semester very well. But I do remember at my Contracts final, I looked down, and my shoes were on the wrong foot. Top that Britney.