Work started Saturday morning, 8:30 to 12:30. I love working there. I worked Saturday, Sunday, yesterday, and I work tomorrow and Saturday morning again. I might have to work eight hour shifts on Wednesdays, 7:30 to 4. I’m not sure yet, though. It won’t happen for a while.
I got my new meds Friday and tried them. They’re basically Xanax in the sense that I take them as-needed, whenever my anxiety is bad. I took them Friday night and Saturday before work, and so far, I’ve noticed that they make me feel weak and shaky and emotional, like I could cry. Friday they helped my anxiety, but Saturday they didn’t as much, if at all. They look like forrealz drugs, though, like the shit you get off the street. It freaks me out.
If I’m not sleeping or at work, I’m doing homework. All the time. I just have so much shit to do, all the time. I hardly ever watch TV anymore, because I just can’t stand to sit and do nothing when I could be working on something. I have a paper due in English, American gov, and philosophy, all within the next four weeks.
I’m fucked for my meditation shit. I don’t like meditating, so far. I have no clue how I’m going to write a three to five page paper about how it changed my life.
I stumbled upon Jean-Paul Sartre’s Nausea, and it’s basically my life. I ordered it through the library, so hopefully I’ll be able to hold it in my hands in a month or so.

That’s all I have time for. So busy. So happy, too. I love college.

-All

#nowplaying- dance playlist. It keeps me going.
#nowwatching- Real Time, for breakfast and lunch, if I make myself take a break.
#nowreading- fucking everything, and when I get a chance, bits of Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre.
#mood- good, a little stressed. Dancing.