Mounting amounts of paperwork are making me crazy. Like, for real. I feel stressed and tense and I'm furious with the printer. Now, I know when my anger and resentment towards an inanimate object reaches a 10 that I need to take a breather.
So, I started reading old entries in this blog, hoping for a spark of creative, therapeutic something. And, I found it. The printer, and possibly everyone and everything who must come into contact with me today, is breathing a proverbial sigh of relief right now.
When I wrote the following, entry it was the end of my previous academic year. And, I sounded so optimistic. So healthy. So... ready. I need to borrow a little of that Katie's attitude to make it through this last push, and then, once I do - I'll be a graduate
Read the optimistic Katie from last year here.
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