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[shadesong]

Since I starting loading my brain with heavy chemicals - well, legal ones - I've been easily put-on-edge regarding timing. Example: When I have something to do that has a deadline, my heart will get to pounding, I'll get to trembling, adrenaline etc... even though I know, intellectually, that I have plenty of time in which to get said thing done.

It's thoroughly ridiculous.

I am here on a slow-typing (well, slow for me) and apple danish coffee cake (thanks, co-secretary!) break to remind myself that, while I need to process book orders for 100-odd sections (multiple sections of 50-odd courses), I have until fucking mid-April, so I need to stop hyperventilating.

This is Trileptal. Just a stupid little thing. It will hopefully go away. Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to start decreasing the Trileptal for another month, and I don't come all the way off of it for six weeks, and that takes me through freakin' commencement. I'm going to be real fun. (Note to yendi: Ice cream every so often would probably do wonders.)

I need a shoulder rub.

And more coffee cake.

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[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

I read that as "I need a rubber shoulder" and was thoroughly perplexed. Off to clean my spectacles.