*blank stare*

I am hovering in the realm of "no emotion" because if I happen to dip one big toe into those deep waters, I will find myself overwhelmed by a sudden whirlpool that sprung up out of seemingly nowhere. The past few weeks I've already been cranky, and this week is no exception to that. When I'm stressed--and I'm BIG TIME stressed right now--I get snappish.

Picture me as a turtle in a box with just my mini terrarium environment around me, when all of a sudden someone sticks their fingers into my world that NEEDS TO REMAIN THE SAME FOR SANITY'S SAKE and, of course, the logical result is that I snap at them, maybe even bite off some fingers. Problem is, I'm not a turtle. Nor do I live in a terrarium. So it is VERY unacceptable for me to be biting off peoples' fingers. If I've bitten off your fingers in the past few weeks--including this one--I'm sorry. I'll try not to be so cranky.

My other emotion is wild giddiness. This is not euphoria. Oh no, this is more along the lines of, "If I don't laugh, I'm going to cry." In fact, when I was watching George Lopez clips on youtube the other day with my roommate the other day, I was laughing AND crying. It was amusing. Today, I waxed Josh Groban (almost) in my beautiful rendition of Scuttle--the seagull that attempts to sing in Little Mermaid. Yeah, my cold stole my voice--again--and pathetic seafowl warbling is the best I can do. But it made the roomie laugh, and it alleviated some of the stress I was feeling.

The third emotion, which I sort of mentioned in the last paragraph, is that of stress-to-the-point-of-tears. Seriously, I've been close to crying for the past few days at the drop of a hat. (I refuse to fix that last sentence.) Sitting here right now, listening to Etta James, I feel like crying. Part of that might be stemming from my counseling appointment earlier today--which was good--but I don't have the time to just cry. Plus, I need to employ that energy towards paper writing.

Speaking of which, I need to get my heinie in gear.