Bipolar

 I have been uber productive today...this whole week really. I finished my part of the post-graduation project involving me and another student earlier in the week that was due today. I purchased my proctored exam, the HESI, that is supposed to tell me how much I suck before I take the national certification exam (whenever I finally decide which one to take...my fellow classmate said she is going to increase her odds by taking both even if means getting a second job at Starbucks to pay for them both). I uploaded another batch of clinical logs and I finished my last reflection assignment. Seeing all those uploaded files in the dropbox makes me all sorts of happy.

I had to be on top of things because I work all weekend. I let my overactive guilt complex talk me into signing up for another day: Sunday. By that evening I will have worked almost 60 hours this week. (20 of which I don't get paid for...LOL)

My house is indeed a wreck but at least I am aware of it.

I glanced in the mirror today and realized that I'm a wreck, too. I've just been in denial. I'm going to need some serious work when all is said and done as I am completely disgusting. Of course, those crazy monthly hormones have a tendency to change one's vision of one's self. Or show you the awful truth. I'm not sure which?

They also make you moody. In this post I cycled from happy to filled with self disgust all in the span of a few sentences. Perhaps if I keep talking (typing) I'll hit the upswing again.

Maybe I'll just go look at hot fandom photos instead. Like this one.






Ahhhhh, I feel better already!!!