I have a first draft of a 30 page paper due tomorrow, and I am taking the MPREs on Saturday.
This is my problem.
And I should be focusing all of my mental energy on just getting through the next 72 hours. But I keep having panic attacks. The house is total fucking mess. Jen’s watching Parks and Recreations, and I just want to tell to pick the shit up already. But that would be terribly unjust because she worked all day, and it’s really my mess because I have been so consumed with the paper. And she’s 7 months pregnant.
But its really bothering me. Do you think there is any way I could get away with it? Would you divorce me? I don’t know if I would divorce myself, but I would definitely have a word or two with me.
Also, I have been having a hard time finding a therapist. I don’t want to go into the details but it has been a bit of nightmare. It’s totally a back burner problem. But I am kind of tired, and in the middle of reading endless cases and law review articles, I get this anxious feeling. OMG – I don’t have a therapist! But then I try and remind myself that it is kind of ok because I don’t have time for therapy right now, and if I had the time, I wouldn’t go lie on somebody’s couch – I would do the fucking dishes.
P.S. Virgin criticized my iterant hyphen use, which of course made it all that much appealing. See why I need to be in therapy?