IBC Root Beer

So, there was this ongoing e-mail dialogue between my advisor and me this morning which basically resulted in me getting incredibly stressed out. I had this grand plan for how I was going to get all my work done for the end of the semester and she sort of vetoed it. It’s really complicated, but basically she wanted me to be working on something other than what I planned on turning in and when I read that, I flipped out. Back and forth we went about what I should do and the state of my mental health. It wasn’t pretty, and I’m glad it’s over.

I actually ended up calling to try and set up an appointment with a therapist, this little incident being the last straw. In the process of trying to arrange something, though, I realized it’s more trouble than it’s worth. I know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been working to fix it. Do I really want to add to all my other stresses, the stress of trying to get an appointment with a shrink who only has time to meet during business hours? Do you realize what a fucking pain it is to actually get therapy? I’d need therapy just to heal from the process of trying to get therapy.

Anyway, the day is over. The week is almost over. Sadly, for me at least, Friends is now over. Stef and I just got done watching the final episode. Say what you will, but I happen to have loved that show for most of the past decade. I thought the final episode was pretty good, too.

It’s off to bed for me.