It’s SNOWING. And the campus yard people (whatever they are called) are plowing the sidewalks right outside my window, and I’m pissed because they are completely tainting the ethereal beauty of the new fallen snow. On the bright side, I don’t have class tomorrow.
Additionally: I got Mongolian Grille for the, maybe, I think, fifth time (?) this week,… and it’s only Tuesday. AND I applied for a job after college writing stories about people with diseases. Fingers crossed. Apparently they send their employees to Switzerland, which is SO cool, but it kinda makes me anxious. I hate being stuck on planes… because what if I have an anxiety attack? What if I throw up (which I have done before)? What if I can’t breathe? What if I die? These are the thoughts that run through my head.
I guess I need to face my fears, or I’ll never make it far in life.
Does anyone else get anxious on planes?