More, More, More

I have gotten the call to let me know that my car is finished and, evidently, driving well. Meanwhile, we still have to buy the air intake boot since the mechanic couldn't find one locally. Alas, we will have to pay the cost, the shipping, and the labor. Granted, we may have had to pay for these anyway, but it would have been at at once, not three separate transactions.

Now, to save for my teeth. I'm thrilled, can you tell? I love being poor. I love being unable to pay the bills that we need to pay and getting nasty calls in the middle of my class to try to persuade me to spend money that I don't have. Awesome.

I'm stressed about the test I have coming up in History tomorrow. I'm stressed about the test I'll have in statistics on Thursday. I'm stressed about the two major papers that I have to write. I'm stressed about what people think of me and making sure that I'm doing enough to make everyone happy. Will I have enough money to do the things that I need to do? Will I have enough nerves to keep from going off?

I'm conflicted about everything. I have a Halloween party coming up this weekend, and I'm not even sure I really want to think about it. I want to go to be with my friends, but I don't want to go be in the cold and hang out with the people that I don't know. I know there will be a lot of drunk people there. I know they'll be people I won't know, which really severely limits the patience that I'll have with them.

I'm just kinda blah today. I feel like my husband is hovering over my shoulder lately. I never go anywhere without him, which can be grating at times. I'm dreading student government at 4. I'm dreading stats and the idea of a quiz or "opportunity exercise." I should have stayed in bed today.