Is it May Yet?
This has been the longest four months of my life and I truly don’t know what I’ve been doing all this time. It has passed by in a blur grouped together with momets of panic/anxiety and short lived relief.
And, now it’s down to three weeks that will make or break me. I’m wrapped in a pretzel with everything crossed, praying I’ll pass all my classes and never have to set foot in a classroom again. Everything is too fuzzy for me to say, this is what I’ve learned. Truly, I just want it to be over.
The light at the end of the tunnel is dim. And, I’m sure I’ll be staring at it soon and not know what the hell it is. So, I believe it’s true that a higher education can cause Post Traumatic Syndrome.
Anyway, cross your fingers with me.

I hear you girly. And I will so cross my fingers for you…just do the same for me too. Love ya and I know that we can and will finish this program and then rock the legal world.
ndjm ddjf
Turns out, i can’t type with my fingers crossed. Best wishes, Mel. You’ll probably need the day job for a little while, and it gives you background material and characters.
Insurance, too!
I sure as hell hope we do, but can we get some sleep first?
I can write a stressed out character with my eyes closed…Thanks.
i think sleep maybe over-rated…lol
If that’s the case then so is sex.
oh that is so not overrated I can testify to that…