I gotta stay calm.

Three hours ago, I left campus. Well, little more than that.

I had to destress. Well, I still need to destress. I’ve felt like crap all week. I haven’t felt like I’ve had any reprieve time. Thing is, it’s not like I’m even doing anything. Previous weeks, when I was hauling ass, I didn’t really feel all that stressed. But now that I feel stressed, I feel handcuffed.

Going home now isn’t so much me “giving up” as recognizing that I need a freaking break. I NEED to relax. I can’t operate like this, I have to feel better. I’m trying, I’m trying. To just forget about all of it, and feel like I can go at my own pace.

I have to write a research paper by Tuesday. I have nothing done. Gah. I have spanish homework for tomorrow, but that won’t be hard. A quiz in lab next Thursday. I… :: sighs ::

Gotta relax, gotta relax. I have to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I’m shocked I haven’t written for NaNoWriMo since Sunday, and I’m STILL not behind in wordcount. I fucking rule, eh?

Relax. Maybe Battlefront. I never seem to have enough time for Sims, nor do I think that’s something that would help.

Sleep. I HAVE to stay on top of my sleep. That’s most critical. When my sleep goes, everything else goes.

And food. I’ve been so starving lately. There’s nothing to eat on campus, and bananas have no too few calories.

Maybe I’ll masturbate tonight, see if my penis wants to play. That’ll help me fall asleep easier, or at least motivate me to crawl into bed.

Plus, Phase IV starts tomorrow. I’ll want to be rested.