I loathe the weekend because it turns out, that the more free time I have, the more I dwell on things I have no control over, and the more I do that, the more I feel as if I’m going to have a panic attack…which I did, about an hour ago, for the first time since…February?
Next weekend I am burying myself in my thesis all day and spending time with my friends all night. I am not going to think. (CORRECTION: Next weekend I am going to Buffalo to see MAREgred, so the weekend after I will begin my plan.)
Freudian defense mechanism in all it’s glory: repress, repress, repress! (Link included to help those of you who may also benefit from Dr. Freud’s other useful ways of ridding yourself of your problems…)
And no, I’m not in love with my father.
And now, with the help of anxiety medication, good night.