tonight, for the first time ever, i actually said, "i had a beer...i'm okay now." it didn't seem so bad saying it, but once i thought about it, it seemed somewhat...unhealthy.

for some reason the finals looming before me are really freaking me out. well, one final in particular. this isn't normal for me. i usually don't have anxiety issues with exams. i think it's the combination of slight test anxiety, the thought of moving all my possessions to the other end of the hall (!), and, of course, the token sexual frustration. in unrelated news, i miss my dog.