Me and my Best Friend

Stress and I are very close friends. Frankly, I don't know what to do with myself when he is not around. I usually get bored, sleep a lot, and wait patiently for his return. Now that school is near, I feel my old friend coming back. But stress never comes alone. He always brings his buddies fatigue, exhaustion, and hysteria. So right now folks, I am sick. And nothing is worse than me being sick.

I am a huge baby when I don't feel well. Mainly I do a lot of little "sick" moans, complain about how I hate my body for displaying weakness, and give evil stares to anyone who has the audacity to tell me to slow down. Because I tend to get sick from stress, I usually can't afford to take care of myself because something big is looming over my head. Which leads to a generally optimistic outlook on life. I should also add that I get very sarcastic when I'm sick.

Why am I sick this time? Recently I met with my academic advisor and had a chat about what my goals are while at this institution. While I was discussing what my plans are over the next few years, she must have thought I meant the next few weeks, because everything we talked about is in the process of happening. Right now. Before the first day of school.

Currently I am working on a publication about women ages 65+ and their marital satisfaction. Apparently there isn't any. And the sex life isn't any better. Anyway, my advisor gave me a rough draft of the work-in-progress this weekend. And she wants a report of where I am at on Thursday. The same day as my boyfriend's birthday. If that wasn't enough to bring back my stress, she started off our conversation talking about how impressed she was with my resume and how she has "high hopes" for me. Of course this is flattering, but it is also somewhat intimidating since she has yet to see my writing skills or work ethic (which are fabulous, I might add... it's just my immune system that sucks). This journal article will be my first test on how I meet her expectations. Obviously I want to live up to them, or possibly rise above them, therefore I have been putting in extra hours to make sure this paper is outstanding. So if anyone has statistics about old women, marital problems, depression, or shitty sex lives, please send them my way! No? Didn't think so.

Hopefully next week I will be able to write about something else besides old age and marriage (the two things that freak me out the most), because this week I'm pretty sure I will only be writing about these topics. Hope you are all feeling better than I am right now, and see you next week!