But 8 miles are done, if slowly.
And now, we keep the brain turned off and binge watch The Good Wife on Hulu.
Vacillating between feeling confident, in control, and looking forward to pwning the exam
and paralyzing, debilitating panic, doubt, and “OH GOD I WILL NEVER EVER PASS”-ness.
Every. goddamn. day. Guess which part of the cycle I’m in now?
I got my ten goddamn miles done. Slowly. Painfully. And in an amount of time that I obviously could have and should have put to
better different use.
Only one major panic attack today. Progress?
As they say in the parlance of our times, “FML.”