Seriously, I just feel like one big ball of stress lately, and it's not just one big thing. Rather, it seems to be the culmination of about a million small-to-midsize things that have tripped me up. It's robbed me of my ability to function normally. I try not to let these things get to me, but when they all seem to hit at once, well, I can't defend myself anymore.
I do know I need this semester to be over. In some ways, I prefer summer classes, especially when I have a smaller group, but I can also get the flip side of the coin when I get a class that's a little intimidating. It's not everyone, but for some reason, I feel like I keep saying the wrong thing to that class, while with the other, I keep getting things right. They're identical except for the days of the week and the size of the class, but apparently, it makes all the difference.
Meh... I think I just have case of the blahs combined with anxiety. I'm probably imagining half of what I sense.
Okay, I'm finished being a boring writer for the morning. I keep meaning to write something worth discussing, but these days, I can't seem to think beyond the daily worries. I'll try to be more interesting tomorrow.